It felt different when Tianming held Brightnight in his hand. The sword was thin, but it wasn’t flexible at all. On the contrary, it was hard like a razor blade. The heavenly pattern formation required him to claim ownership of the sword before he could use it; it was a small-sized formation, but it wouldn’t be easily destroyed since the creator bound this tribulation weapon with the ‘ownership formation.’ So destroying the formation was the same as destroying the structure of this weapon.

Tianming dripped his blood on the formation to claim ownership of the sword. When his blood fused into it, he sensed a vague connection with the sword.

“The tribulation pattern.…” Tianming looked at the pattern, which went from the sword’s body to the tip. It looked like a white line, but if one were to look at it carefully, they would notice that there were over a hundred and eighty saintly patterns linked together to form a whole. 

This was a tribulation weapon. It was utterly different from saint beastial artifacts with hundreds of saintly heavenly patterns. It was on a whole new level, which totally transformed...