Chapter 134

Time flows like sand between the fingers, silently slipping away.

Translation: Time flows like sand between fingers, silently slipping away.

Time flows like sand between fingers, silently slipping away.

After one month, the two kinds of immortal metal perfectly fused, successfully weaving "Dao" and "Li", imprinting onto Yang Zhu's origin law.

Translation: After one month, the two kinds of immortal metal perfectly fused, successfully weaving "Dao" and "Li", imprinting onto Yang Zhu's origin law.

After one month, the two kinds of immortal metal perfectly fused, successfully weaving "Dao" and "Li", imprinting onto Yang Zhu's origin law.

In the ninth-layer flames, a heavenly blade lay across, its whole body crystal clear and sparkling, flowing with glazed jewel light; the blade edge was snow-white and translucent, incredibly sharp, able to cleave space itself. Its surface flashed with profound runes, dense and packed, containing the resonance of the Great Dao, from which chaos qi constantly seeped, twining around the blade.

Translation: In the ninth-layer flames, a heavenly blade lay across, its whole body crystal clear and sparkling, flowing with glazed jewel light, the blade edge snow-white and translucent, incredibly sharp, able to cleave space itself! The surface flashed with profound runes, dense and packed, containing the resonance of the Great Dao, from which chaos qi constantly seeped, twining around the blade.

The heavenly blade is nearly half a zhang long, usable single-handed or double-handed for chopping, mighty and domineering, like a holy weapon in a heavenly god's hands! "Let's call you the Chaos Heavenly Blade..."

The heavenly blade is nearly half a zhang long, usable single-handed or double-handed for chopping, mighty and domineering, like a holy weapon in a heavenly god's hands! "Let's call you the Chaos Heavenly Blade..."

"Let's call you the Chaos Heavenly Blade..."

Yang Zhu grasped it with one hand, gently rubbing the purple-gold heavenly blade, nodding in satisfaction.

As if hearing Yang Zhu's soft words, the Chaos Heavenly Blade trembled slightly, the traces of the Great Dao on its surface flashing, emitting a terrifying aura that made one's heart palpitate.

The surrounding void, like a water curtain, rippled and undulated, actually revealing many black thin lines, on the verge of collapsing under the strain! a mournful crane cry.

a mournful crane cry

a mournful crane cry

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The Divine Phoenix Immortal Elixir spread its wings and surged out from the depths of the Fire Region, having devoured a month's worth of heaven and earth essence, becoming ever more radiant, its life force so thick it was hard to dispel.

The Immortal Elixir is a wondrous thing of the world, itself formed through countless ages of evolution, able to absorb the essences of sun and moon, swallow heaven and earth spiritual energy, to strengthen itself.

The Divine Phoenix was in high spirits, circling around Yang Zhu for a moment before returning to his body.

Soon after, the avatar also returned carrying the Hun Dun Chi, after a month of tempering it gained much more resonance of the Great Dao, its Dao nature becoming purer.

As Yang Zhu was about to leave, he suddenly sensed something and turned his head to one side.

Soon, a figure active on the eighth layer gradually approached.

He was a middle-aged man, his body covered in glossy black feathers, only a small part of his flesh exposed.

"Huh... why is there a little child?"

The man's aura was mighty, at least that of a powerful expert; seeing a young figure appear here, he couldn't help but feel astonished.

"Little child, what are you doing here?"

"Forging artifacts."

Yang Zhu guessed the person's identity: it was the Crow Daoist, just like the Peacock King, both major figures of the Monster Race, capable of slaying powerful experts.

"You too came here to forge artifacts... being able to reach the eighth layer at such a young age, you really have some skill."

The Crow Daoist blinked, then recalled something, scanned Yang Zhu up and down, and nodded silently.

With an attitude of trying, the Crow Daoist wanted to ask Yang Zhu for help, after all, being able to forge artifacts in the depths of the Fire Region at such a young age is something even ordinary geniuses struggle to do.

"Sure, let me give it a try."

After a moment's thought, Yang Zhu nodded in agreement; the other party, as a major figure of the Monster Race who had roamed the Eastern Wasteland for years, might know some secrets unknown to others.

"Then come with me, Old Dao."

Under the Crow Daoist's guidance, Yang Zhu came to a fire cave, within which divine fire ebbed and flowed, exceedingly scorching, the flame temperature far more terrifying than elsewhere.

The fire cave was fairly spacious, its surface baked red by high heat like a glowing ruby, bright and sparkling, translucent as blood jade.

Yang Zhu reached the deepest part, his view suddenly opening up considerably; this place was roughly ten-odd zhang wide, rather crude.

Apart from a protruding stone pedestal, an iron hammer, and a small pile of scrap nearby, there was nothing else.

"This is the artifact the Old Dao wishes to forge, but each attempt ends in failure, and he cannot find the cause."

Following the Crow Daoist's gaze, he saw a feather fan hovering in midair, its whole body pitch black like ink.

That black was not burnt black, but a pure black color, variegated, sparkling with crystalline luster, very gorgeous.

After countless hammerings, the feather fan remained merely a prototype; it seemed the material used was anything but simple. "This fan is forged from a single piece of black luminous crystal feather, having been roughly shaped before tempering, lacking Dao nature, and should not be tempered by hammering."

After merely looking at it for a moment, Yang Zhu stated the reason.

Keeping the material intact can effectively preserve its original properties, but this also limits the artificer from imprinting his own Dao mark upon himself.

Therefore, the Crow Daoist had no choice but to forcefully imprint the mark, which made accidents prone to happen.

"Little friend, how do you think we should temper it?"

Simply knowing the feather fan's material and that it was already shaped before hammering, the Crow Daoist could be certain that the person before him definitely had a way.

"Actually it's simple: before tempering, divide the material into several sections, temper it with divine fire into droplets, then shape it with divine soul."

"Alright, let me try."

The Crow Daoist waved a hand, treating the material before him as scrap, tossed it aside, then took out a large chunk.

This time, unlike before where he'd shave off little bits to form a rough shape, he extended his fingers like blades, chopping boldly, and in a few strokes divided the material into several large chunks...

"Following what the little friend said, it indeed went much more smoothly..."

Half a day later, the Crow Daoist was very pleased, his gaze admiringly upon Yang Zhu.

"If so, I'll take my leave first."

Now artifact forging has entered the right track; only time is needed, Yang Zhu staying here longer is of little significance.

"Wait a moment, the Old Dao previously promised compensation, he will not go back on his word." the Crow Daoist spoke.

"The feather fan isn't finished yet; giving the reward later is no problem, I believe we'll meet again by fate."

"No, doing so would make the Old Dao seem lacking in righteousness, always taking advantage of juniors."

The Crow Daoist, renowned as a mighty expert of the Monster Race, was refreshingly straightforward; he immediately took out a stone disk the size of a human head and handed it to Yang Zhu.

"This is something I obtained six hundred years ago from an ancient relic, said to come from beyond the territory."

After obtaining that stone disk back then, the Crow Daoist deliberately secluded himself for a hundred years to study it, but the laws contained within were too profound for him to comprehend.

Yang Zhu took the stone disk with doubts, but the moment he touched it, something inside him was stirred—not some other technique or divine ability, but the Nine Secrets!

"How could this be..."

Yang Zhu's heart inexplicably stirred; he wondered if this stone disk might be related to the Nine Secrets? He immediately sat down where he was, placed the stone disk before him, a thread of divine soul overflowed, and he began to investigate what made the stone disk different.

"This child's talent is excellent, already having an insight right away..."

The Crow Daoist exclaimed in amazement, muttered a sentence, then shifted his position slightly to avoid disturbing Yang Zhu.

"There are formation patterns..."

The Beginningless Scripture quietly turned, probing the origin, comparable to law, and soon a vast formation pattern appeared before his eyes.

The Beginningless Scripture quietly turned, probing the source, comparable to the laws; soon a massive formation pattern appeared before his eyes.

The great formation before him was intricate and profound, every stroke containing supreme mysteries; the laws within it were very familiar to Yang Zhu — they were precisely the Imperial Dao Principles!

This seemed to be a sword formation; even before activation, a terrifying, sharp killing intent seeped out, as if it could slay everything, even severing spacetime.

"Slay-Immortal Sword Formation..."

Half a day later, Yang Zhu couldn't help but exclaim, "This is actually the Slay-Immortal Sword Formation of the Numinous Treasure Heavenly Venerable, possessing boundless power — it is an unparalleled killing formation!" (End of chapter)