Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 1934: 799. The Dragon Sparrow Knife emerges, a blood

Chapter 1934: 799. The Dragon Sparrow Knife emerges, a blood sacrifice between heaven and earth!

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What are spiritual materials?

They possess Qi and a sense of spirituality, treasures that, if allowed to grow continuously, might ultimately transform into spiritual items, into living beings.

Such spiritual materials inherently have a subtle sense of awareness.

But for cultivators and blacksmiths who intend to ‘skin and debone’ them, ‘tear them into pieces,’ this spirituality bees a burden instead.

For instance, a low-level blacksmith would be utterly helpless when dealing with high-grade spiritual materials with spirituality.

These spiritual materials could even backlash against the blacksmith.

Many high-level refiners try to preserve the spirituality within the spiritual materials, suppressing it, molding it, or nurturing it with their own power.

In the Galaxy Universe, such nurturing of spirituality is required for high-grade bat weapon Battle Puppets.

At this moment, what Han Muye was doing was the opposite of theirs.

Instead of suppressing the spirituality within the spiritual materials, he allowed them to bine on their own.

His soul power fused with the spirituality in the spiritual materials, gaining their trust, and then during the process of refining weapons, all the spiritual materials were willing to sacrifice themselves for him.

In everyone’s eyes, each ponent carried a touch of spirituality.

The bined black armor torso and the armor pieces on the black armor all carried swirling spiritual light.

“Damn, this, this is what you call refining!” Luo the Madman clenched his fists, hissing in a low voice.

Beside him, Zheng Yaoyang’s eyes were also sparkling with brilliance.

This was what you called refining.

pared to this kind of refining, what others did could only be called forging.

In front of Han Muye, everything was flowing like water; all the spiritual materials seemed excited.

They conveyed happiness.

They were willing to join in on the refining, willing to bee a part of the black armor in front of them.

In the beginning, Han Muye still reached out his hand.

But later, he slowly released his hand and took a step back.

In front of him, various spiritual materials fused with each other, then turned into ponents, which then assembled themselves and landed on the black armor.

Han Muye thought of someone named Wu Bai, who never sang himself when it was time to sing.

Now it seemed that he didn’t need to lift a finger for his own refining.

Let the spiritual materials refine themselves, forming into a treasure.

This must be the pinnacle of Tangible Refinement among spiritual materials.

At this moment, Han Muye understood that in terms of the tangible and substantial Levels of refining skills, he had already reached the top.

To progress further, he would need to advance to another kind of level.

Formless.

Without substance.

That must be the realm that only a creator could achieve, right?

It was the so-called Artifact Refining Forbidden Zone often spoken of in rumors.

Actually, even the soul-level spiritual nature is already the forbidden zone for most blacksmiths, but pared to that indescribable level, Tangible Refinement was still accessible.

Han Muye guessed that even his own soul avatar, who was known as the greatest among the Nine Mysteries Peak Masters from ancient times, was likely limited to Tangible Refinement.

Formless Refinement only existed as a conjecture in ancient books, never truly seen before.

Because it involved an issue of creation.

Once one steps into the realm of Formless Refinement, it means unlocking the secrets of the universe’s operation and the cycle of life and death.

At this moment, Han Muye’s prehension seemed to explode, with countless thoughts interwoven in his mind.

But nobody cared about him.

He had bee an outsider.

Whether on the high platform or among the audience below, everyone was intently focused on the spiritual materials that were automatically converging.

Luo Shentong showed no sign of madness at this moment, his eyes wide open, his hands clenched, staring intently at every piece of spiritual material.

Zheng Yaoyang’s expression was solemn, his fingers tapping forcefully, murmuring continuously under his breath.

Below, whether it was Master Zhu Yuan or Master Mingtong, they were all holding their breath, intently focused on everything before them.

The blacksmiths of their level understood this kind of refining.

It was the realm they yearned for but would never be able to reach in their lifetimes!

“How is this possible, how is this possible…” Xun Chu Yun trembled all over, the Flame in front of him flickering.

He pletely ignored the refining in front of him and murmured to himself, his eyes fixed on Han Muye’s black armor.

“This is Mr. Han,” Shangguan Hong said with reverence in his demeanor, standing in front of the light screen with hands hanging low.

This was the refining demonstrated by Mr. Han.

In the trial ground, he had the fortune to see it once.

“Is this, is this his true strength?” Shangguan Qing asked solemnly, his expression serious.

Shangguan Hong’s face showed a trace of nostalgia as he nodded and then shook his head, “Mr. Han once said that if he were seen again in later generations, he’d certainly have broken through to another level.”

Another level?

With such refining skills, what else could be improved?

Isn’t this the peak of all refining in the world?

A trace of confusion appeared on Shangguan Qing’s face.

As the Great Elder of the Top Three Families, whether in cultivation or other aspects, he had also reached a level unimaginable to other cultivators.

But at that moment, it seemed that there was still much he didn’t understand?

The world appeared very unfamiliar to him now.

When the black armor was pleted, the remaining spiritual materials on the high platform all emitted cheers.

Voices of jubilation also arose from within the black armor itself.

The black armor floated up autonomously.

Inside the black armor, a phantom figure began to condense.

This was not an artifact spirit.

It was a clean, pure spirituality.

Whoever could gain the acceptance of this spirituality could bee the master of this black armor.

And once the black armor had a master, it could solidify into an artifact spirit and then transform into a Primordial Chaos Battle Puppet that transcended half-step Universe-level.

This was a bat weapon, yet it was not.

The black armor came with the half-step cosmic level strength of the soul, Soul’s Spiritual Nature.

Even a seven or eight-year-old child could control this black armor and leap to bee a half-step Universe-level power.