[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-immortal-path-among-the-stars":3,"chapter-the-immortal-path-among-the-stars-the-immortal-path-among-the-stars-chapter-152":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Immortal Path Among the Stars",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2320084,4537,"Chapter 152","the-immortal-path-among-the-stars-chapter-152",152,"\u003Cp>The obsidian blade shimmered with a cold light, and the three silver characters “Hengjiang Sword” on the hilt began to glow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yu’s eyebrow twitched; he gripped the hilt with one hand, while the other suddenly thickened several times, striking the blade three rapid blows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Clang.” “Clang.” “Clang.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the immense strength he now possessed, each strike felt like a massive hammer blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Hengjiang Sword immediately hummed, its blade trembling of its own accord.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yu took a deep breath, then his upper body swelled visibly, and golden mist curled along both arms, faintly taking shape as intricate arm guards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened his mouth again, and a white mist surged outward; his arms thickened twofold, both hands seizing the blade’s body and twisting with all his might, as if trying to snap it clean in half.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hum.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black iron sword bent nearly to ninety degrees under the force, yet remained stubbornly unbroken—its hum grew louder, its trembling more violent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yu felt a faint numbness in his fingertips, as if he were gripping not an inanimate object, but a living fish thrashing desperately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This Hengjiang Sword was certainly no ordinary weapon; even a blade forged from iron essence could not possibly be this resilient!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could it truly be the legendary flying sword of a sword cultivator?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But why, no matter how he prodded it, did no inscription appear? Did a sword cultivator’s life-bound flying sword have no spirit patterns at all?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yu recalled the blinding speed with which the Black Soul Sect Daoist had activated this sword, and the moment he had forcibly dispersed the strange blood marks on its surface—his face darkened with thought, yet his hands did not cease; his arms thickened slightly again, veins bulging, his grip strengthening by another third.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, he would uncover the sword’s true mystery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The already bent obsidian blade bent further, its tip and hilt nearly touching, forming an oval shape; the previously humming black blade suddenly revealed three faint silver spirit patterns, each resembling a tiny sword, yet writhing violently—as if alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yu rejoiced, about to focus his gaze when he felt his spiritual energy instantly repelled from the blade; the three silver patterns rotated simultaneously, the blade shuddered once, and a white mist of sword qi erupted from it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hiss.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At such close range, even though Wang Yu reacted swiftly and released one hand, causing the bent blade to snap back, the sword qi still grazed his arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt a chill along his arm; the golden arm guard was cleanly sliced open, and a long wound appeared instantly on his forearm, blood gushing forth—nearly half of it splattered onto the iron blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yu’s expression darkened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had not been wounded since mastering the Black Tiger Breathing Method’s demonic qi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the golden yang demonic qi he had cultivated formed a defense nearly equal to a low-grade defensive artifact; after completing the first layer of the breathing method, a transparent “qi membrane” automatically formed over his skin. After the second layer, this membrane doubled in thickness and resilience—ordinary sharp blades could not scratch it, and even low-grade blade artifacts lost half their power upon impact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet now, merely brushing against the Hengjiang Sword’s qi had drawn blood—this sword qi was far too sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More astonishing still: the three spirit patterns indicated this was only a low-grade artifact, yet it possessed legendary sentience, capable of spontaneously unleashing sword qi to harm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to his knowledge of artifact forging, only third-rank or higher artifacts could develop sentience, and only those with sentience could advance further to become legendary treasures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was this the defining trait of a sword cultivator’s life-bound flying sword—the secret behind their reputation as the deadliest killers?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Wang Yu knew little of sword cultivators, he now believed with seven or eight tenths certainty that the Hengjiang Sword was indeed a sword cultivator’s life-bound flying sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the Black Soul Sect Daoist had wielded it with limited power—hardly fitting a sword cultivator’s stature. Was there some other reason behind it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Wang Yu pondered, he immediately entered overdrive mode; his wounded arm trembled slightly, the wound contracted and whitened, and the bleeding ceased instantly, the surrounding muscles turning pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when he held the iron blade before him and glanced at it, he let out a soft “Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three strange silver spirit patterns on the Hengjiang Sword had vanished—replaced by a single clear bloodstain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yu instantly realized: the blood he had spilled earlier had dripped onto the blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared intently at the sword and tried again, channeling his spiritual energy into it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The previously resistant iron blade now accepted his energy effortlessly; three tiny sword-shaped silver spirit patterns surfaced silently, and he sensed a faint, hazy connection to his consciousness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yu still doubted his perception, and unconsciously flicked the blade with his finger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Clang.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His consciousness vibrated sharply—he gasped aloud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Blood Sacrifice Technique.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This demonic art of refining artifacts with blood was infamous among demonic cultivators; many had used it to enhance artifact power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Wang Yu paused, sensing something off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he did not know the Blood Sacrifice Technique, he had read descriptions of it in notes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood Sacrifice Technique could only refine certain special demonic artifacts, requiring elaborate rituals, lengthy preparation, and copious amounts of blood—impossible to complete by simply dripping a few drops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Realizing this, Wang Yu relaxed slightly, yet stared again at the Hengjiang Sword, uncertain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then what was this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After thinking, he flicked his wrist—the iron blade shot out as a streak of black light, circling, darting up and down in the cramped artifact chamber, moving with the grace of a dancing swallow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This sensation… this control?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, Wang Yu understood: the Hengjiang Sword was unquestionably a sword cultivator’s life-bound flying sword—and he now grasped the true power of sword cultivators.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to the heavy, laborious effort of controlling ordinary artifacts, this iron blade felt weightless; under his consciousness-thread control, it responded to his thoughts instantly, as if it were an extension of his own arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sword cultivators were terrifying!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yu could not help but feel awe, yet what now intrigued him most were the three tiny sword-shaped spirit patterns on the blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Given his familiarity with numerous spirit patterns, these three were bizarre and unfamiliar—likely exclusive to sword cultivators’ secret arts; he wondered what special effects they held.\u003C\u002Fp>",1070,"2026-06-20T15:44:30.991Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","bf68274e7d5e25a7290bf3cd41f9e828bbb4aa793a0c59c27336b8bc5e8154c4","the-immortal-path-among-the-stars-chapter-153","the-immortal-path-among-the-stars-chapter-151",530,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-immortal-path-among-the-stars-cover.jpg"]