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Time passed, and Zeng Xuan sat quietly in a corner of the God Locking Coffin, gazing up at the Starlit Celestial Body, seemingly comprehending something as he closed his eyes, remaining still.
The Divine Dragon Cauldron glowed red-hot, yet the piece of Divine Iron from beyond the heavens remained unmelted. However, Ye Yang did not mind; he had already placed the Core of the Asura Beast inside and was prepared to refine it together.
...
After a long time.
Zeng Xuan opened his eyes and looked back, noticing that the Divine Iron within the Divine Dragon Cauldron had turned into boiling Magma under the refining power of Fire God Fragment True Qi. Even the Demon Beast Core was glowing red-hot, while Ye Yang stood there solemnly, surrounded by a Blazing Cyclone, clearly at a critical stage of the forging process.
"Rustling sand..."
Zeng Xuan took a few slow steps without disturbing Ye Yang, only murmuring softly, "Fifteen days have passed, and he still hasn't refined this Starry Sky Level Three Demon Beast Core. Zi Yu's cultivation this time has been quite lengthy; without any sustenance, will his body be able to endure?"
After thinking for a moment, Zeng Xuan decided not to worry too much. He took out a bottle of fragrant wine and a piece of sauced beef jerky, sitting gracefully at the peak of a rocky mountain while gazing at the starry sky. As he poured himself a drink and began to eat, he realized that as a Starry Sky Sixth Level expert, he could absorb Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy and could go without food or drink for a year without issue. However, being a woman by nature, not eating was absolutely out of the question.
...
"Crack..."
Accompanied by a faint sound, the Starry Sky Level Three Demon Beast Core finally cracked open with a small fissure. After half a month of Ye Yang's relentless efforts, this Demon Beast Core began to be refined!
The power of the Demon Beast Core determined the might of the Divine Weapon once forged. Therefore, Ye Yang absorbed not even a trace of its power but instead infused all of its spiritual energy into the molten iron. After infusing the spiritual energy, the boiling of the iron became even more intense, and Ye Yang understood that the final step was about to begin!
He took out an exquisite Sword Mold from his Cosmic Bag and placed it into the Divine Dragon Cauldron. The molten iron surged into the mold suddenly, while Ye Yang gripped the hot handle of the mold with one hand and shouted softly. The Refining Technique's ultimate skill activated as countless tiny Fire Elements refined the molten iron within the mold under Ye Yang's control, increasing its density along the blade's edge and compressing its toughness step by step according to Ye Yang's design.
After a long time, all the molten iron flowed into the sword mold. Ye Yang breathed heavily, sweat covering his forehead. He could clearly sense that the power within this Cold Iron was rebounding against him; it was due to the demonic spirit within the Soul Devouring Demon Blade. Just suppressing this force was exhausting enough for him, let alone refining the Blade.
"Crack crack..."
The sword mold began to develop fine cracks. It felt as if all of Ye Yang's strength was being drained away as he knelt weakly on one knee on the ground, trembling as he said, "Is it still not working?"
...
"Swish!"
In "Cosmic Bag," Qin Fang's figure soared out, standing majestically above the Divine Dragon Cauldron. He said, "Zi Yu, this is still not enough. This sword is merely an Earth Divine Weapon and cannot reach the level of a Heavenly Divine Weapon. With such power, it is unlikely to shake the God Locking Coffin, an ancient artifact. Zi Yu, you must take care..."
Ye Yang's eyes widened as he shouted, "Grandpa Qin, what are you going to do?"
Qin Fang wore a kind smile and replied, "You dug me and the Divine Dragon Cauldron out from the Fire God Clan Tomb. From that moment on, I have regarded you as my own grandson. Zi Yu, you are a good child, but the Fire God Clan will inevitably face countless hardships in these chaotic times. Your father has already passed away. I had hoped to accompany you for a while longer, but it seems that will not be possible..."
"Grandpa..." Ye Yang's voice trembled.
Qin Fang's expression turned resolute as he said, "This sword cannot break the God Locking Coffin. You and that girl Zeng Xuan will die within it. I do not wish to let that despicable practitioner Xuan Lian succeed. So Zi Yu, I am willing to transform into a sword soul and merge into this new sword. With my Soul Power at the Starry Sky Seventh Level, I believe this sword will not fall short of a Heavenly Divine Weapon by much. You must cherish it; Grandpa can no longer accompany you..."
"Absolutely not!"
Ye Yang gritted his teeth and said, "I would rather die in the God Locking Coffin than let Grandpa make such a great sacrifice for me!"
Qin Fang smiled slightly and said, "Silly child, Grandpa has long been dead. I have always been a soul. Now, I will attach myself to the sword as its guardian soul. In fact, Grandpa has always been by your side. Zi Yu, do not be sad; being able to accompany you on this journey is enough for me..."
"Don't!"
Ye Yang nearly shouted in despair but could not stop Qin Fang's decision. In the next moment, Qin Fang transformed into a blue light and surged into the sword!
"Boom!"
The long sword radiated brilliantly, illuminating the world. Qin Fang's soul reshaped the inner qualities of this sword, enhancing it further. The Blade appeared with streaks of blue light, and on the hilt floated a Bagua manifestation, with wisps of wind blades swirling around the blade—sharpness beyond imagination!
This sword not only contained the mysterious power of Divine Iron but also fused with Qin Fang's extraordinary Void Power, making it a true Divine Weapon!
The divine sword emerged; however, Ye Yang felt no joy.
...
"Bang!"
Kneeling softly on the ground, Ye Yang looked up to the sky and wept bitterly. Blood-colored tears flowed from his golden eyes, dripping onto the Blade, coalescing into the words "Azure Soul."
"Grandpa Qin..."
Looking at the two characters on the sword, Ye Yang understood that Qin Fang had already named the new sword. However, after becoming the guardian sword spirit, Qin Fang's soul had already perished, and he could no longer speak or take care of Ye Yang.
"Zi Yu..."
Zeng Xuan gently patted Ye Yang's shoulder and said, "Don't be sad. Grandpa Qin willingly transformed into a sword spirit just to help you break the God Locking Coffin. You must not let him down. Any hatred you have should be directed at Xuan Lian; it was his greed that led Grandpa to this point..."
"Mm."
Ye Yang raised the Azure Soul Sword and suddenly swung it towards the sky, shouting, "Xuan Lian, I Ye Yang swear that one day, I will take your life with this sword!"
...
As soon as the words left his mouth, Ye Yang fell backward onto the ground with a thud, fainting. The exhaustion of his strength combined with the sorrow of losing Qin Fang had rendered him so fragile.
Zeng Xuan sighed helplessly, embracing Ye Yang and softly saying, "Sleep now, sleep. When you wake up, forget all your sorrows. I will always be with you, and... well, there's also that little girl hiding outside the God Locking Coffin..."
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