Forging a weapon, for an Artifact Refiner, the state of mind was the most important.
Suddenly, the mont Shi Jian opened his eyes, a glimr of brilliance flashed through his eyes.
A surge of Spiritual Energy was escaping all around Shi Jian.
"Fire, co," he uttered softly.
The Nine-Bend Godly Flas seed to sense sothing and automatically leapt into his palm.
Then, the flas began to spread wildly, enveloping Shi Jian completely.
When the Nine-Bend Godly Flas beca like his limbs, controllable at will, Shi Jian then raised his right hand.
He lifted the shards of the True Divine Sword.
The Nine-Bend Godly Flas transford into a long dragon, directly swallowing the five fragnts.
"Hoo hoo hoo," the sound of the flas burning echoed in the air.
Reforging the True Divine Sword was a prolonged process.
Especially for the True Divine Sword, it was more challenging than ordinary weapons.
Shi Jian controlled the temperature of the Nine-Bend Godly Flas, not a bit too much, nor too little.
It was also a test of his control over the flas.
Xu Zii was not in a hurry, he and Venerable Nu were sitting in front of the mountain summit, facing the biting wind.
It was now autumn, and in the distance, the maple trees swayed their bodies in the wind.
A swath of fiery red maple leaves floated in mid-air, laying a thick layer on the ground.
"When the sword is refined, will you leave?" asked Venerable Nu.
Xu Zii nodded slightly, smiling, "There’s no longer a reason to stay here.
I plan to look for sothing interesting."
Venerable Nu raised his right hand and pointed toward the firmant far away.
Destiny’s scope was expanding, that piece of sky looked as if it was rendered anew.
The wind changed, storms of Spiritual Energy gathered.
The storm before the storm, perhaps this ti, the storm was going to be stronger than ever.
It would influence the fate of an era across the entire Yuan Central Continent.
"You will go there, right?" Venerable Nu pointed toward the direction of Destiny and said.
Xu Zii nodded.
"Be careful not to capsize in the gutter," Venerable Nu cautioned.
"Wherever, whenever, don’t forget, you are a student from the Heavenly Dao Academy."
"How much do you know about the past?" asked Xu Zii.
"The past? What are you referring to?"
"The founder of the Wild Desolation era," replied Xu Zii.
"You’re talking about the Holy Master?" Venerable Nu paused for a mont, then asked.
It was well-known in the long history of the Yuan Central Continent, there were three periods.
The Mythical Era, the Wild Desolation Era, the Era of Emperors.
The Era of Emperors was founded by the True Martial Holy Sect.
In historic accounts, the Mythical Era’s beginning was blurred, but it was ended by the War God’s fight in the twilight of the gods.
And the founder of the Wild Desolation Era was the Holy Master.
Flowers in the Flower Valley blood and withered, the man holding the True Divine Sword stepped out of the Flower Valley and since then founded an era.
He established the Ancient Holy Court, suppressing one era after another, eventually his trace turned into a mystery and vanished in the mists of history.
What remained in the world was only that True Divine Sword.
I have left all the treasures and mysteries in the Ancient Holy Court, and the True Divine Sword is the key to that place.
From then on, the legend has been circulating through the lands of the Yuan Central Continent.
The man who grew the flowers, was also honored as the Holy Master.
Regarding the Holy Master’s identity, later generations speculated much.
So said he was an incarnation of the Monster Race.
Otherwise, why would the Monster Race flourish during the Wild Desolation Era, overpowering other races?
Others said he was a human, but the Holy Master was always fair, never involving himself in the clashes of races.
The rise of the Monster Race had nothing to do with him.
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"You asked the right person this ti," Venerable Nu chuckled.
"There was a period when I specifically researched the history of Yuan Central Continent.
I read all the ancient texts in the entire academy."
"Do you know where the Ancient Holy Court is located?" Xu Zii inquired.
"Are you planning to go?" Venerable Nu asked.
Seeing Xu Zii nod, Venerable Nu then said, "Although I am not one hundred percent certain, based on my estimation,
the Ancient Heavenly Court should be within the Form Blood Space."
"The place where the Form Blood Beasts are sealed?" Xu Zii paused briefly, then said.
It was understood that the True Divine Sword would certainly be forged without mishap.
However, Xu Zii was unsure about the location of the Ancient Heavenly Court; after all, he had not extensively studied the history of the Wild Desolation Era.
"It seems the Holy Master also has his own calculations," Xu Zii smiled.
Inside the Form Blood Space, one would have to kill those peripheral Form Blood Beasts to enter the Ancient Heavenly Court.
It was known that after the War God ended the doomsday of the gods, without the Divine Spirits, these Form Blood Beasts nearly ruled the world.
Their strength was indescribable.
Even the Holy Master’s Suppression was bound to break eventually.
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At this mont, Shi Jian had been using the Nine-Bend Godly Flas to lt the fragnts for nearly seven hours.
The sky above gradually darkened.
The fragnts of the True Divine Sword began to glow red.
"Supre Hamr," Shi Jian called out and with a wave of his right hand, the Supre Hamr, with its overwhelming might,
descended from the sky, landing in the palm of his hand.
He picked up the Supre Hamr and fiercely struck the blazing red fragnts.
The sound of "bang, bang, bang" hamring ca from above.
Xu Zii knew that this so-called hamring was not to change the appearance of the True Divine Sword.
Rather, it was to purge all impurities and reforge all the cracks in the fragnts, rejuvenating them completely.
In the sky, the moonlight was bright and gentle.
The autumn night was cool.
Xu Zii leaned against a nearby boulder, watching Shi Jian’s busy figure.
With each bit of hamring, the five fragnts re-fused, and the cracks on them gradually vanished.
Shi Jian hamred the entire night, and at dawn the next day,
suddenly, a fire dragon soared into the sky as he softly commanded, "Sword Spirit, go!"
The Sword Spirit of the True Divine Sword was directly infused into the sword.
All things possess spirits, and the Sword Spirit was akin to a spirit.
The mont the Sword Spirit entered, the firmant seed to sense sothing.
The sky imdiately changed as storm clouds gathered, replacing the previously clear blue sky.
A vortex-like black cloud appeared overhead, slowly rotating in a counterclockwise direction.
Within this vortex, thunderbolts gradually spread out.
They were gray thunderbolts.
Carrying the scent of destruction and death.
As the thunderbolts condensed, the spreading thunderbolt exuded an astonishing power.
"This is... Dutian Divine Thunder," Xu Zii murmured.
He knew his Heavenly Punishnt Divine Pupil had three tiers.
The strongest, was the Dutian Divine Thunder.
No one understood the power of this thunderbolt better than he did.
"This looks rather tricky," Xu Zii stood up and remarked.
"I heard that this Heavenly Tribulation is divided into nine levels, I wonder how many levels this one will invoke," Venerable Nu also stood up and added.
"No matter the level of Heavenly Tribulation, we must protect Senior Brother Shi’s safety," Xu Zii declared.
As the Sword Spirit fused with the True Divine Sword.
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