"Zhaoyu, believe in yourself!" Bai Qingxue cheered on from below.0

For the Sword Baptism Ceremony, one needed more than just skill; one needed heart.0

"Yes..." Zhaoyu glanced at her companions, Bai Wuque and herself, feeling a tad more relaxed. Her Sword Soul was of a high grade, her cultivation realm no joke, but as for the talent in Sword Intent, that was a whole different kettle of fish. So, it was all up to fate now!0

She took a deep breath and summoned an orange Sword Soul, lifting it high above her head. At that moment, her delicate frame was completely bathed in the colorful divine radiance of the Eternal Sword.0

This was the Sword Baptism Ceremony!0

And then, as the divine brilliance of the Eternal Sword descended, it collided with her orange Sword Soul. It was like an ant crashing into an army!0

Sword Soul and Sword Intent, in that instant, fused as one. The task of the one undergoing the ritual was to leverage the intent of a million...0