After a long span of relentless refinent, Pri Architect Jiyx finally slowed his movents.
The chaotic brilliance within the formation stabilized.
The golden embryonic sphere, no longer rely an "egg," but sothing far more complex rotated quietly.
Its surface shimred with layered inscriptions.
Jiyx exhaled faintly.
The material refinent was complete.
He sent a subtle signal.
Across the chamber, Xin Juesheng who had been standing in rare silence, lifted his gaze.
His expression carried the weight of deep calculation as he looked toward the gathered legends.
Many were pretending disinterest.
But none were truly detached.
With a wave of his sleeve, a projection of the forming weapon manifested before all of them.
The atmosphere shifted.
Xin Juesheng stepped forward first.
He raised his hand, and his will condensed like coiled thunder.
"Blessing of the Hidden Dragon."
A silent force brushed across the weapon.
The egg shimred in response.
Then ca another voice.
Carefree.
Unrestrained.
Sun Wukong grinned as he stepped forward.
"Blessing of the Myriad Transformation!"
His blessing entered like a storm of shifting possibilities.
The weapon’s surface flickered, briefly manifesting countless phantom forms.
Taishang Shenji’s chanical voice followed.
"Blessing of Information."
Streams of physical data embedded themselves onto the weapon.
Then the blessings began to arrive in rapid succession.
"Blessing of Nine Calamities."
"Blessing of Fire."
"Blessing of Evil."
"Blessing of Bloodlust."
"Blessing of Virtue."
"Blessing of Sword."
One after another.
Ancient wills pressed forward.
Each blessing carried an imprint.
For a mont, it seed the weapon would be torn apart by contradiction.
Fla opposed ice.
Virtue opposed evil.
Transformation opposed stability.
But Jiyx and the Twelve Zodiac constructs intervened.
The Zodiac archetypes rotated around the sphere, diffusing dominance, balancing extremities.
The Pri Architect’s hands wove through the conflicting principles, preventing any single blessing from overriding the core.
Instead of collapsing.
The overload catalyzed sothing new.
The weapon began to develop an inherent property.
Not aligned to fire.
Not aligned to sword.
Not aligned to chaos or virtue.
But aligned to the concept of blessing itself.
A vessel capable of carrying the weight of countless wills without fracturing.
Below, Yu Xuan trembled.
Though he stood disconnected from conscious control, the bond between him and the weapon transmitted everything.
Every blessing.
Every principle.
His soul shook.
Miraculous changes rippled through him, yet his current state was too weak to fully grasp them. It was like trying to contain a star within bare hands.
He felt as though sothing vast was being engraved into him.
Yet he could not comprehend it.
And because this entire realm was sealed away from the greater Heavens, no tribulation descended.
The weapon was born in isolation.
At last, the radiance stabilized.
The sphere condensed.
Its brilliance softened.
Yu Xuan’s consciousness gave way.
And within the silent formation.
CRACK—!
The sphere cracked as the golden liquid poured out from it and reached towards Yu Xuan ignoring concept of space, as they were connected.
Thus was born a naless weapon.
***
Yu Xuan woke and for a brief mont, he could not move.
His fingers felt distant.
His limbs heavy.
Even his breathing seed slightly delayed, as though his body needed to rember how to function.
After so ti sensation returned.
His arms twitched.
His legs responded.
He looked around, only to find himself back inside the hollowed chamber of the Path Enlightening Tree, the residence assigned to him by the Leader.
"What the hell happened...?" he muttered, pushing himself.
As he stood, he paused.
Sothing felt different.
And it was weight.
’Why do I feel heavier?’ he wondered.
Instinctively, he grabbed his stomach only to realize he didn’t actually have any extra belly to grab.
Still.
There was sothing inside him.
Sothing present.
Sothing that had not been there before.
And it did not feel like blood.
Yu Xuan’s expression turned serious.
He closed his eyes and focused inward.
His consciousness sank inward as there, within the depths of his being, he sensed it clearly.
A reservoir of dense golden fluid.
And it carried weight.
Carefully, he extended his will.
Without resistance, the golden fluid responded instantly.
Like a limb he had always possessed.
He opened his palm.
Golden liquid flowed out from his hand.
It did not splash onto the ground.
It hovered.
Obeying his thoughts.
Yu Xuan blinked.
"...Is this the weapon?"
He shaped it experintally.
It flattened into a disc.
Stretched into a ribbon.
Ford spikes, dissolved, reford.
Every shift was smooth.
Unlike his Heaven Grade sword, which required precise technique, this thing reacted directly to intent.
Curious, Yu Xuan unsheathed his Heaven Grade sword.
He then willed the golden liquid to solidify.
A blade ford – clean, radiant, and perfectly balanced.
He swung.
Clang!
The two swords collided.
The impact echoed within the Tree.
Yu Xuan’s eyes widened.
The golden blade did not chip in the slightest.
"Haha! Not bad!" he said, a grin spreading across his face.
Even without properly circulating Qi, he could feel it.
The durability was at least on par with his Heaven Grade sword.
Possibly higher.
More importantly.
It responded to him as if it were an extension of his own body.
There was no lag between thought and action.
It was intention made tangible.
Yu Xuan let the two weapons separate.
The golden sword dissolved back into liquid and flowed into his palm, then into his body, rging seamlessly without discomfort.
He stood there quietly for a mont.
’So this is what they were doing...’
Though he did not rember every detail clearly, he knew sothing grand had occurred.
Sothing involving far more than just him.
He flexed his fingers.
The golden presence stirred warmly inside him.
For a while, Yu Xuan continued experinting with his new weapon, testing its responsiveness and limits.
He even executed the [Magic Swordsmanship of the Avalon Imperial Family] with it, curious how it would react.
As destructive intent poured into it, the blade transford.
Its color deepened from radiant gold into a vivid crimson.
"...Now that looks cool," Yu Xuan muttered in satisfaction.
After a few more tests, he reabsorbed the weapon into his body.
He still had to think a great na for it.
Feeling unusually energetic, he decided to step outside the Tree.
He intended to find the so-called Old Ancestor who had orchestrated all this and offer proper thanks.
However, the mont he exited.
His attention was imdiately seized by sothing in front of him.
It was a butterfly.
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