Chapter 133: Forging the Heavenly Blade

"At that time, the Daoist Master saw that the terrain there was extraordinary, extremely similar to the 'living water, wandering dragon' landform I saw in an ancient text!"

The unscrupulous Daoist rubbed his white, chubby hands, his face glowing red, a sharp light flashing in his eyes.

Soon, the two could not wait any longer and set off, disappearing into the outskirts of the Fire Region.

In the Fire Region, Yang Zhu and the Yaochi Saintess kept pushing deeper; upon reaching the sixth layer, the latter stopped.

"I'll stay right here."

Logically, only a cultivator of great ability can enter the sixth layer; without the heart-protecting enlightenment Dao tea tree, it's very hard to get this far.

"Take this; it will protect you completely, letting nothing disturb you."

Yang Zhu took out the Chaos Stone Platform, which hovered in midair, mist swirling and winding, pouring down myriad strands of Chaos Qi.

The moment the platform appeared, the terrifying flames around it all retreated, not daring to approach even a bit; within a dozen meters, everything was peaceful, like a divine land.

"Be careful."

As Yang Zhu was about to go deeper, the Yaochi Saintess's jade arm, smooth as congealed fat, reached out and grabbed his wrist; her beautiful eyes, as if dotted with stars, stared at him unblinking.

Yang Zhu gently embraced the flawless woman before him, and a faint fragrance came from his breath, inexplicably calming his heart.

"Good."

He replied softly in her ear, and only then did Yang Zhu proceed deeper.

After entering the seventh layer, the temperature suddenly rose greatly; the terrifying heat could melt anything, and even a great ability cultivator would be reduced to ashes in moments.

Yang Zhu merely stayed a moment before heading deeper, showing no fear at all.

His black robe was personally forged by his father using supreme divine materials, inscribed with the primal law, at least qualifying as a half‑imperial weapon.

The black robe lets no law invade, can fully restrain aura and dispel all evil; below the saint level, none can harm him in the slightest, let alone the flames of these seven layers.

Upon reaching the eighth layer of the Fire Region, the surrounding temperature became even more terrifying; even a great ability cultivator would be instantly incinerated into nothing!

Only by breaking through to the saint level can one barely endure here, and even then not for long.

Because this layer seems to possess a kind of magic—once you step in, you can no longer absorb spiritual power to recover yourself, and the surrounding flames can even ignite spiritual energy.

The Chaos Pool expanded, hovering above Yang Zhu's head; its surface misty with chaos, it began to devour the heavenly and earthly essence here.

"Cry!"

An immortal phoenix flew out from within Yang Zhu, lifelike and gorgeous, pure life essence circulating, a rich fragrance almost intoxicating.

It was like a red sun, soaring into the sky in an instant, circling above and letting out a phoenix's cry.

The Undying Divine Phoenix Elixir seemed to enjoy itself, spreading its wings here; divine fire could not harm it in the slightest, and it continued to nourish it.

"Cry!"

The phoenix's cry instantly drained the divine fire within a radius of several hundred meters, then it rushed deeper.

"Go on, anyway I've been holding back for a long time."

As an undying elixir, the Undying Divine Phoenix Elixir caused Yang Zhu no worry of mishap; he let it spread its wings here.

At this moment, the little qilin that had slept nearly a month woke up, hiding in Yang Zhu's embrace, its tiger‑head poking out half a skull, curiously observing the place.

The little fellow was entirely golden, radiating divine light, like a brilliant light ball, extremely dazzling.

"Are you going to undergo tribulation?"

Yang Zhu was astonished; he never expected this fellow to awaken after a month's sleep and immediately face tribulation.

The little fellow was terrified, whether of heavenly thunder or this place's divine fire, it trembled in Yang Zhu's arms, pleading with a look for help.

"Although this place has terrifying flames, precisely because of that the heavenly tribulation will be much weaker." Yang Zhu explained the situation, letting it decide for itself.

After a moment, the little fellow gritted its teeth and decided, then charged out.

"Neigh..."

Soon, a terrifying heavenly tribulation fell, booming as it knocked it to the ground; the little fellow's eyes filled with tears, it cried out in grievance, then fled forward.

"Little fellow, you must persevere; once you get through, you can transform."

The Nine Transformations of the Divine Silkworm—each transformation is a tribulation; success grants a lifetime of metamorphosis, failure means smoke and scattering, falling here...

Outsiders have no way to intervene; only it can rely on itself.

After waiting a quarter hour, the heavenly tribulation finally ended; aided by the advantage here, the little fellow succeeded in its tribulation, though still covered in wounds from the lightning, looking miserable.

It turned into a ball of light, hovering amid the flames; it only needs to wait for the right moment to complete its transformation.

Yang Zhu stored it away, then relaxed and began forging weapons.

Last time when forging the Chaos Pool at Purple Mountain, Yang Zhu discovered in the Wuji Scripture many immortal metals, deliberately taking some and carrying them with him.

Tribulation‑Resisting Gold, one of the nine immortal metals, is golden‑yellow and translucent, bearing the trace of the Great Dao, able to protect the soul and easily evolve into divinity.

This piece of immortal metal is as tall as a person, the quantity considerable, and it happens to meet Yang Zhu's forging needs.

Yang Zhu came to the border between the eighth and ninth layers; under his control, the Tribulation‑Resisting Gold was thrown by him into the ninth‑layer Fire Region.

Legend says the Fire Region has burned immortals, possessing supreme power, making people dare not venture deep.

After several hours, the Tribulation‑Resisting Gold began to show signs of melting, then started shaping and carving Dao patterns...

This time he intends to forge a heavenly blade.

After the Wuji Emperor became emperor, he noticed some abnormalities, suspected the Undying Heavenly Emperor might still be alive, and thus kept searching.

Sure enough, as he had thought, that fellow had not died, lived for over a million years, and then proceeded with various trials.

After many contests, the Wuji Emperor gained a deeper insight into the Undying Heavenly Blade, which also influenced Yang Zhu.

Moreover, even before crossing over, Yang Zhu already liked the Undying Heavenly Blade—overbearing and mighty, definitely a top choice for an imperial weapon.

"When the time comes, slay the undying with the heavenly blade—good, good..."

Yang Zhu muttered to himself, began shaping the heavenly blade's embryo, then pondered a moment; having come this far, he might as well also temper the Chaos Pool.

Immediately, a light flickered at his brow, a light cluster shot out, then condensed into another "Yang Zhu", the two identical in appearance, even sharing the same grasped divine techniques.

In his understanding, the Dao‑body nodded, then threw itself wholeheartedly into tempering the Chaos Pool.

Thus, the two Yang Zhu had a clear division of labor, fully focused and immersed in the silence, as time passed minute by minute……

After the blade embryo took shape that day, Yang Zhu added another kind of immortal metal——Divine-mark Purple Gold.

Divine-mark Purple Gold, its whole body crystal-clear like a purple diamond, bearing Dao markings, innately able to stir the Great Dao, it is another immortal metal that enhances divinity.

Since you've already added five kinds of immortal metal, I'll add even more—just wait and see, I won't spare you then……

Yang Zhu muttered to himself, but given his current strength, without the aid of the Primordial Scripture, fusing two types is already his limit.

Immortal metal is no other substance; it is the most precious material in this world, not even ancient emperors may certainly possess it, used to forge imperial weapons.

Someone as extravagant as Yang Zhu is even rarer throughout history; there's nothing to be done—who let him have a powerful father……

ps: I made a group; interested parties can join, those not interested can ignore.

(End of chapter)