Chapter 578

"The Absolute Sword has been forged since my ancestors' generation—how could Ximen Wudi possibly know…"

"Then do you know what material the Absolute Sword uses?"

Bu Jingyun, on the contrary, tossed out a question.

"Material? Isn't it meteorite iron from beyond the heavens?"

Ao Jue's face was full of astonishment; his ancestors had always passed down that this Absolute Sword was forged from meteorite iron from beyond the heavens.

That was precisely why it was so difficult to forge.

"It seems you don't know either."

Bu Jingyun rarely smiled, secretly remarking in his heart,

The great Dragon Head is invincible—Qinglong Society is awesome!

"There is an ancient legend: in primeval times, the heavens collapsed and the earth split, and a great flood descended from the sky to destroy the world."

"The great goddess Nüwa, taking pity on the people, refined five-colored divine stones to mend the azure heavens."

"What are you talking about?"

Ao Jue's arrogance was gone; he stared at Bu Jingyun with a completely bewildered look.

Weren't we just discussing the material of the Absolute Sword?

How did the conversation drift all the way to ancient mythology?

"Sigh! Who would have thought the Qinglong Society could be so terrifying!"

The old man at the sword-forging furnace let out a deep sigh at this moment and said,

"Master, the Absolute Sword is indeed forged from the divine stone 'Black Cold.'"

The doubt on Ao Jue's face deepened,

"Zhong Mei, what is the divine stone 'Black Cold'?"

"Enough! The Greed Poison, having lost the Sword of Greed, has resorted to using the essence and blood of so many Wu Lin swordsmen to make up for it."

"Now I can already feel that this Greed Poison has gathered enough."

"Master, make your move!"

The swordsmith Zhong Mei did not answer, but instead said to Ao Jue.

"Good! Bu Jingyun, will you jump in yourself, or—"

Ao Jue, hearing that the Absolute Sword was about to come out of the furnace, looked at Bu Jingyun with an ill expression, and also at Duan Lang, who was fighting not far away.

393 The Qinglong Society is not to be trifled with!

"I say you don't understand sword-forging, yet you are from the Worshipping Sword Shanzhuang."

Bu Jingyun remained utterly unconcerned, and said mockingly,

"I say you do understand sword-forging! This so-called three poisons of greed, wrath, and folly have no need at all to drain people's essence and blood dry."

As he spoke, Bu Jingyun suddenly slashed open his own palm, gave a fierce fling, and a stream of fresh blood scattered into the sword-forging furnace.

At the same time, Duan Lang also turned his sword and stabbed his own arm, scattering a stream of fresh blood into the sword-forging furnace as well.

"How dare you!"

Ao Jue, proud of being an expert on the Heavenly Dao Gold Ranking, having heard Bu Jingyun's repeated mockery, could not help but flare up in his heart.

He was just about to strike and teach Bu Jingyun a lesson.

But after Bu Jingyun and Duan Lang's fresh blood was scattered into the sword-forging furnace,

they saw the previously calm sword-forging furnace begin to tremble again and again.

The next moment, those several thousand divine weapons began to shake violently.

The entire sword-forging furnace also shook as if the earth itself were quaking.

The people who had been fighting could not even stand steady, let alone continue the battle.

"It's done, it's done…"

Zhong Mei, at the very center of the sword-forging furnace, seeing such an extraordinary sight, could not help but rejoice and mutter to himself.

"Master, quick, enter the furnace and take the sword!"

Ao Jue, hearing this, forcibly suppressed the fury in his heart and charged straight into the sword-forging furnace.

The moment he charged in, he saw the sword-forging furnace blaze up with sky-burning flames.

In the blink of an eye, Ao Jue was swallowed whole.

"Junior brother…"

Among the many experts of the Worshipping Sword Shanzhuang, there was a Western Regions golden-haired woman who, seeing Ao Jue swallowed by the flames, could not help but cry out in worry.

After the flames swallowed Ao Jue, they suddenly expanded outward.

All the divine weapons within the sword-forging furnace were directly burned to ash beneath these ferocious flames.

"Even divine weapons can be melted! This place is not safe to stay—fall back, quickly!"

The surviving experts on both sides, terrified, immediately and unanimously retreated out of the sword-forging furnace.

Bu Jingyun saw this and, together with Duan Lang, immediately retreated outside the sword-forging furnace as well.

Only that Western Regions golden-haired woman, wailing again and again, stood there in a daze.

"Such a beauty—it's a pity to let her die."

Duan Lang, passing by her side and seeing she would not leave, was moved in his heart, and with a backhanded grab pulled her out of the sword-forging furnace.

Just as the crowd had retreated outside the sword-forging furnace, the flames directly burned the entire sword-forging furnace down.

The flames soared into the sky, nearly reaching a height of several dozen zhang.

A hundred li around the Worshipping Sword Shanzhuang was illuminated by these terrifying flames.

As the fire reached its peak, the flames slowly dissipated.

After half a quarter-hour passed, the blazing flames ceased.

At the center, one person was seen holding something like a sword radiating golden light, using it to fight back.

"Junior brother, you're not dead?"

After the golden-haired beauty was rescued by Duan Lang, she tried several times to rush back into the flames, but was held back each time by people from Sword Worshiping Shanzhuang.

Seeing the person at the center now, though burned a fiery red, she still recognized him at a glance.

That person was none other than the master of Sword Worshiping Shanzhuang, Ao Jue!

"Ah!"

Ao Jue had no time to answer the golden-haired beauty's words; he suddenly threw his head back and let out a wretched scream.

The strange thing in his hand slipped free and plunged straight into the scorched black earth.

Both his hands were now a sheet of blood-red, with fresh blood streaming out continuously.

"Junior brother…"

Seeing this, the golden-haired beauty was terrified and wanted to step forward.

"Don't come over, Can Ji!"

Ao Jue screamed miserably, and suddenly the earth trembled once more.

Then a treasure sword, entirely jet-black and oddly shaped, broke through the soil.

"The Absolute Sword!"

Although no one recognized the Absolute Sword, everyone took it as given that this sword was the Absolute Sword.

The moment they saw it emerge from the earth, how could the Wu Lin people present still care about anything else—they all rushed forward in a swarm.

Watching Bu Jingyun, who still had not moved, Duan Lang could not help but ask,

"Brother Bu, isn't this sword the Absolute Sword?"

"The Great Dragon Head said this was your chance—why aren't you seizing it?"

Bu Jingyun watched the scrambling crowd coldly and said,

"The chance the Great Dragon Head spoke of—do you think it can run away?"

The moment his words fell, the Absolute Sword actually broke free from all who were grabbing for it.

It became a streak of flowing light in midair and shot straight into Bu Jingyun's palm.

"This… how could this be?"

For the emergence of this Absolute Sword, Ao Jue had prepared how many swords.

Just now he had even risked his life, charging into the Sword Forging Furnace to stir up those supreme flames.

Yet no matter how hard he tried to suppress it, he could not subdue this untamed Absolute Sword.