At that mont, a low humming sound arose from the lting Furnace.
Sparkling like golden light, it flowed and transford from the Fierce Fla, as if alive, soaring almost to break free and pierce the void!
After seven days of refining and Transformation, the purest light erged from mundane matter.
Impatient for so long!
During these seven days of fasting, which also served as preparation and preheating before forging, Ji Jue already handled all materials and blessings himself, putting them into the long process of refining...
The creation of Chun Jun, pure and perfect, cannot be delegated to others.
Throughout the process, from material handling to maintaining the blessings, even controlling the heat, it was all managed solely by Ji Jue.
The tis are changing, Alchemy is evolving, yet the creation of the Nine Types still adheres to ancient traditions, discarding many convenient thods and clearer, simpler theories, blending theory with the unknown into a seamless whole.
Through this simple and straightforward casting and process, Ji Jue in his fasting ditation felt himself closely connected with the materials in the lting Furnace, indistinguishable from one another.
In fact, he was so dazed it was hard to tell whether he was outside the furnace or inside the flas.
Or perhaps both exist, or neither is real at this mont.
In this trance, the sense of foresight and insight beca even clearer.
Seven days of lting, Spiritual matter elevates from the mundane, Spirituality purifies from the chaotic, blessings stimulate each other in the flas, finally Spiritual matter, Spirituality and blessings, once again integrate with material changes.
It's as above, so below.
Thus completing the wonder of ultimate unity!
During the seven days of lting and tornt, in the mont when all Spiritual matter and material, Spirituality and physical nature overlap as one amidst endless changes, everything abruptly ceases.
As if an invisible hand suddenly stretched out, controlling everything!
Beneath the Matrix of Fei Gong's embrace, all changes within the lting Furnace seem to co to a complete halt, under Ji Jue's will.
And the mont his hands clenched, a resounding echo appeared from the darkness as if iron was growing.
All flas were extinguished, withdrawn, receded, as the Purgatory's high temperature vanished in an instant. The brilliant dazzling light suddenly contracted inward, dissipating, collapsing, and solidifying again, manifesting into matter!
Just like a rapidly growing iron twig!
"It's now—"
Ji Jue clenched his left hand, and imdiately, a sizzling sound that made the scalp tingle arose.
The scorching red sword billet, still warm, was grasped tightly, pulled from the lting Furnace like an unsheathing, breaking through the darkness with countless sparks flying, resembling the twinkling of stars.
In the clangor, the red-hot sword billet struck the anvil, and then, the other hand raised the forging hamr to the highest point.
Strike down!
—Crack!
The outermost layer of the sword billet shattered as the fragile shell fractured, releasing streaks of light that scattered downwards, illuminating Ji Jue's eyes.
But his actions did not stop.
Continue.
Crack!
The sparks burst forth again, landing on his face, arms, and neck, bringing a burning sting deep into the marrow. On the tightly gripped left hand, scorch marks cracked, blood erged again, dropping onto the scorching sword billet, sizzling.
A serpentine streak of blood then rapidly spread from the sword hilt, encompassing the entire sword body.
Thirsty for Blood Drink, greedily bathing in Ji Jue's spiritual essence, accepting all incoming!
Crack!!!
At the instant of the third loud blast, the intertwined blood lines within the sword billet suddenly lit up, like the veins of Chun Jun, guiding the rush of Ji Jue's spiritual essence, shaping a complex structure.
The clangor grew increasingly intense.
Like the Chun Jun's soaring hymn!
At this mont, the anvil itself was but a common high-density alloy, just like the forging hamr in Ji Jue's other hand, seemingly ordinary.
Yet under the infusion of spiritual essence, it revealed complex patterns, and within the ritual of spiritual connection, nurous Ascensions and the ether's Superior Emblems erged, ultimately unified within the transformation of Embers.
The mutual excitation of man and sword, the crucial creation, begins from this mont!
The forging hamr struck down again.
Crack——!!!
Brilliant Spiritual Light spread like ripples in all directions.
The workshop shook intensely, Spiritual Circuits appeared out of nowhere, oscillating violently.
That piercing and clear ringing soared again and again with the collision of the forging hamr, like a bird spreading its wings, freely soaring.
In the end, even the workshop's barrier couldn't obstruct it.
As the first clear morning light from the edge of the night sky illuminated Xinquan, this thread-like sound already ascended into the sky.
Connecting the long night above, unfolding the dawn below.
Here, demarcating the boundary between Yin and Yang, the line between light and dark, the Chun Jun's sound manifested, echoing in everyone's ears.
So light and slender, yet countless people abruptly awoke from drowsiness and dreams.
Instinctively, listen intently!
"..."
Under the sa dawn, in the Tide Sound Workshop, where Ye Xian had stayed awake all night, he finally lifted his eyes as if surprised—three quarters earlier than expected?
Another autonomous action?
Yet, it's perfect timing!
Luck? Or perhaps, naturally ant to be?
And in the deepest part of the workshop, amidst layers of locks, as if pairs of slumbering eyes opened like living beings, feeling the long-lost Sword Sound from afar, subconsciously excited, restless, struggling to respond to the call of their kind.
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