Chapter 580: Myriad Transformation Divine Weapon, Wuming's Visit

After a simple wash, Yu Liancheng arrived at the Sword Pool.

The Sword Pool was like a furnace, incomparably scorching, with waves of heat taking on a tangible form.

In the Sword Pool, besides Tie Shen, Tie Kuangtu, Zhong Mei, and others, there were several other tall, burly men, all of whom were renowned sword smiths in Shenzhou.

At this moment, they were drenched in sweat, equally affected by the intense heat, yet they all gazed with fanatical eyes at the Jianlu in the very center of the Sword Pool. For a smith, being able to forge such a Peerless Divine Weapon was an immense honor; for this, they would not hesitate even if it meant sacrificing their own lives.

The Jianlu was connected to an underground cavern, from which earth-fire surged, and Yu Liancheng had personally gone to the Leshan Dafo to capture a Fire Qilin, allowing the Fire Qilin's fire to also merge into the Jianlu.

The flames appeared blue-white, with a hint of eerie fire-red showing through the blue-white, and were incomparably scorching. Ordinary sabers and swords, upon touching even a small spark, would instantly melt into liquid.

Yet at this moment, wrapped in endless flames, a long sword stood horizontally in the air; the form of the long sword was similar to the "Peerless Good Sword." In this world, the best form for a sword was the Peerless Good Sword.

But this was not the Peerless Good Sword.

The object before their eyes was constantly changing.

In an instant, it transformed into a saber, a saber radiating cold light, which actually made the originally scorching Sword Pool feel a chill.

The shape of this saber closely resembled Snow Drink.

But the form of the Snow Drink Saber did not last long, and it then changed into a whip, a long whip flashing with golden light, appearing like a golden dragon.

Then came a battle halberd, an axe, a long staff...

Clearly, this weapon about to be forged possessed the same properties as the Divine Stone, capable of myriad transformations.

Hum!

Suddenly, this Peerless Divine Weapon emitted a trembling sound.

This trembling sound carried a strange ripple, and wherever this ripple passed, it actually suppressed the flames, as if they were bowing in submission to this Peerless Divine Weapon.

And this trembling sound, falling into the ears of the group of sword smiths, was like the wailing of ghosts and the howling of spirits, possessing a power that could seize one's soul.

Two of the sword smiths had their expressions change slightly, their True Qi colliding within their bodies, and they stumbled backward, spitting out two mouthfuls of blood.

As for Tie Kuangtu, who was already violent by nature and possessed a demonic quality, he was beset by hallucinations. Not knowing what scene he had seen, he let out a sudden shout, his baleful aura surging violently, his eyes turning blood-red, and he raised his fists, ready to slaughter every living thing before him.

Fortunately, a hand tapped lightly on his shoulder.

Tie Kuangtu was struck as if by lightning, his face instantly turning deathly pale, and he likewise spat out a mouthful of blood, his face filled with even more horror and fear.

As for the others, they were also affected to varying degrees, though due to their inner obsessions, their reactions differed; some were sorrowful and on the verge of tears, others laughed maniacally...

However, with Yu Liancheng present, they naturally could not stir up much trouble.

This was another reason why Yu Liancheng had not gone out to stir up trouble over the past five years.

This weapon contained the evil aura of the Great Evil King; if not for the suppression of a master of Yu Liancheng or Mo Baisuzhen's level, everyone in Baijian Villa would be infected by the supreme evil aura, their personalities becoming extreme, or even becoming ferocious beasts that killed anyone they saw.

"One last step remains!"

Yu Liancheng looked at the supreme divine weapon in the Jianlu.

This divine weapon was almost complete, yet it lacked divine intent to be perfect.

Just as the Peerless Good Sword required the blood of the three poisons: "greed," "anger," and "delusion."

And this divine weapon was far superior to the Peerless Good Sword; it must drink its fill of the blood of thousands, or even peerless blood, before it could become a sword.

"Using my blood as a guide, while not enough to complete the sword, it can let the people of the world see it together, drawing in those with greed in their hearts to help me complete this sword."

Yu Liancheng pricked his finger, and a drop of blood flew out, instantly landing on the Peerless Divine Weapon.

The blood seeped into the Peerless Divine Weapon extremely quickly, and the divine weapon seemed to have tasted something delicious, trembling violently. Vaguely, everyone seemed to hear the divine weapon roaring.

An excited roar.

At the same time, a Sword Qi diffused from the entire Sword Pool, and the group of smiths retreated one after another, feeling as if the Sword Qi filled the long sky, and they actually had the sensation of being sliced to pieces.

Boom!

A Sword Qi, ancient and peerless, diffused outward, surging into the sky.

This divine weapon was based on the Peerless Good Sword, so from beginning to end, it was still considered a "sword," a sword capable of myriad transformations.

And above Baijian Villa, the Sword Qi gathered and did not dissipate, the heavens and earth changed color, and that overwhelming Sword Qi actually condensed into the phantom of the Peerless Good Sword in the long sky.

"I was just thinking of using you to draw in the world's masters, but I didn't expect the Heavenly Sword to have already arrived." Yu Liancheng turned around, his gaze piercing through countless buildings, seeing a "sword" that was in a state of Heavenly Human unity.

"Heh, Meng has achieved some success in her saber technique, doesn't she want to know how her skills are? Now that the strongest sword in the Central Plains has arrived, let her go and learn a thing or two."

A gray figure was traveling in haste.

The gray figure's specialty was not light-body technique, but his light-body technique was so brilliant that few in the entire Central Plains could compare to him.

Before long, the gray figure could already see the villa famous for its swords from afar, and as a peerless master, he could already vaguely sense the terrifying aura within the villa.

A hundred feet outside the villa, the gray figure stopped abruptly.

Holding the Hero Sword, his expression desolate and lonely, who else could it be but the hero Wuming?

Feeling the trembling of the Hero Sword in his hand, Wuming's expression became increasingly grave.

He could feel that the divine weapon was about to be born.

Boom!

Wuming paused for a moment to regulate his True Qi, and then he saw the mighty Sword Qi surging straight into the sky, then condensing into a perfect, flawless long sword, stirring the clouds and changing the color of the heavens and earth.

"This..."

Even the one known as the "Martial Arts Myth," upon seeing this scene, could not help but be shocked beyond measure. And the Hero Sword in his hand trembled even more, a sense of pride surging up in response.

Wuming tightened his grip on the Hero Sword: "Old friend, do not be agitated."

Although the Hero Sword had only followed him for a few decades, it was actually forged by the Dajianshi, having passed through thousands of years; its Sword Intent was old, so how could it contend with this divine weapon that was currently in the middle of its birth?

If he insisted on opposing it, the only outcome would be a shattered sword.

"However, we must still meet this 'I', the fear of panic." Wuming was just about to sneak into the villa.

"Hehe, Sir is the Martial Arts Myth; your arrival at Baijian Villa is truly a great honor." An ethereal voice suddenly sounded, coming extremely abruptly.

Wuming frowned slightly and turned his body, only to see two people floating toward him.

One person was dressed in black, exceptionally free and easy. With such an extraordinary temperament, he must be the legendary "Panic of the Panic."

The other person was a young girl of fifteen or sixteen, with a delicate and refined face, eyebrows like a painting, dressed in a long green dress, holding a long blade in her hand that did not match her figure.

"So it is City Lord Yu. I have come uninvited, please forgive the intrusion." Wuming cupped his hands, not using his seniority as the Martial Arts Myth to pressure anyone, maintaining a light and breezy demeanor.

Yu Liancheng's eyes flashed: "Senior Wuming has a disciple?"

Wuming nodded: "I do have one inferior disciple."

"Indeed an inferior disciple." Yu Liancheng nodded, slightly stepping aside to let the young girl behind him be fully revealed to Wuming: "She can be considered my disciple, Xiaomeng. Hurry and greet Senior Wuming."

"Di Er Meng greets you, Senior," Di Er Meng said respectfully.

Wuming nodded slightly.

Then Di Er Meng said: "Meng has heard the legends of Senior as the Martial Arts Myth since childhood. Brother Yu taught Meng a set of Instant Dream Blade, and I would like to request your generous guidance."

Wuming had intended to refuse, but seeing Yu Liancheng standing with his hands behind his back, wearing a smile that was not quite a smile, he knew that today's matter would likely not be so easily resolved, so he sighed and said: "Very well."

"Senior, be careful."

Swish!

The blade light flashed suddenly.

The blade was already unsheathed.

If one were to examine this blade closely, one could see two characters on the blade body.

—Small Pavilion.

"Small Pavilion" is the name of this blade.

The vast, light chill ascends the Small Pavilion.

This blade is very light, light as the light chill of the Small Pavilion, light as the free-flying flowers, light as the boundless misty rain, light as... a dream.

The blade was forged by referencing the completely weightless Qinglong Crescent Blade of Guan Yu.

Of course, it was only referencing the forging technique.

Because no metal as weightless as the Qinglong Crescent Blade could be found, although this blade is light, it is not completely without weight.

Furthermore, the reason Guan Yu forged a weightless blade was because the Love of the City was already powerful enough on its own, and there was no need for the blade's weight to increase its power.

But Meng needs it.

So this is the most suitable blade for her.

Facing Wuming, the Martial Arts Myth, Meng undoubtedly used her strongest "Instant Dream Blade Technique."

Instant Dream Blade: Instant Soul-Severing.

In an instant, the blade light approached Wuming, simply unimaginably fast.

Even Wuming was somewhat surprised.

He had not yet seen a blade this fast.

But it was only surprise.

Even the Hero Sword did not leave its sheath; with a turn of his wrist, he used "Unknown Sword Art: Yinxing Maming," and invisible Sword Qi burst forth, transforming into a sword wheel to block this strike from Di Er Meng.

Di Er Meng changed her moves extremely quickly; with a twist of her slender waist and her dress fluttering, the long blade in her hand suddenly transformed into ten thousand blade lights, covering Wuming like a blanket. This move was not only fast, but the breadth of its coverage was also unimaginable.

—Instant Dream Blade: Instant Thousand Emotions.

Wuming pointed his fingers together as a sword and thrust forward.

This finger thrust was extremely unexpected, even incomprehensible. Yet it was like a Heavenly Horse soaring through the skies, or an antelope hanging by its horns—it was precisely "Unknown Sword Art: Inexplicable."

But when this finger was thrust out, Di Er Meng's blade technique stagnated.

Because Wuming's finger landed exactly on the weak point of the blade technique.

Having been forced by Wuming for two consecutive strikes, Di Er Meng felt not the slightest panic.

Because she also knew that those two strikes could not possibly injure this Martial Arts Myth.

All her killing intent was buried in the third strike.

And with the execution of the first two strikes, her energy had climbed to its peak, and her blade Qi was spread all around.

The blade light flashed, and the third strike was already unleashed. The originally scattered blade Qi was stirred, and the blade Qi, like a waterfall, completely enveloped Wuming. And faster than the blade Qi was the blade light.

The blade light was like an aurora cutting through the dark night, carrying dreamlike and brilliant colors.

This streak of blade light was so soul-stirring; it could not only kill, but was as illusory as a dream.

—Instant Dream Blade: Instant Dream-Capturing.

Wuming frowned slightly and made another move.

This time his move was even more light and breezy; with a swipe of his sword fingers, he brought up blades of grass that shot into the blade light like arrows.

In the blink of an eye, the blade light shattered the grass into powder, and in another blink, it swallowed Wuming, as if this Martial Arts Myth would be hacked into a thousand pieces the next moment.

However, the blade light collapsed after a moment.

Di Er Meng stepped back twice, her pretty face slightly pale, revealing an expression of admiration: "Senior Wuming's cultivation is profound; Meng cannot hope to catch up."

Di Er Meng's third strike was indeed perfect, but unfortunately, she encountered Wuming, the Martial Arts Myth, a peerless expert whose Sword Dao realm had reached an unprecedented level.

Those blades of grass thrust out were not to clash with this strike, but to integrate his own energy into Di Er Meng's blade momentum.

Di Er Meng's blade technique was perfect, but its failure lay in being too perfect.

A perfect blade technique requires perfect control.

It is like a bow drawn to its full length, or a basin filled to the brim; once an extra bit of force is added to the blade momentum, the blade Qi immediately spills out.

"Brother Yu, I lost."

Di Er Meng lowered her head and stood back behind Yu Liancheng.

"It's fine, there are very few people who can beat this old fellow." Yu Liancheng smiled and rubbed Di Er Meng's head, then looked at Wuming: "How does this disciple of mine compare to your disciple?"

Wuming replied: "Jian Chen cannot compare to this young girl."

"Great minds think alike." Yu Liancheng smiled and nodded. He flicked his sleeve, signaled for Meng to withdraw, and laughed, "Since my disciple has lost, it is only left for me, the master, to win back some face."

He spread his palm open.

A character appeared in the center of his palm.

A character filled with profound meaning.

It was as if countless secrets were hidden within this character, yet they were wrapped in a mysterious power, making it impossible for anyone to pry into them.

"This item is named 'Heavenly Weep'; in terms of power, it is not a whit inferior to that divine weapon about to be forged."

Suddenly, Heavenly Weep shone with a brilliant light.

"Be careful."

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