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Ice and Fire Island, a lonely night.
Zhao Yang tossed and turned, glancing at the sleeping Liu Rou not far away. His heart raced like a little rabbit hidden within him. In the cave, Song Baliang continued to refine the Dao Artifact, hammering and chanting scriptures in a low voice.
Zhao Yang carefully sat up beside the sleeping Liu Rou, feeling uneasy. He longed to lift the light veil covering her face to see her true appearance. Although he could already tell through the haze that she was a stunning beauty, his impatience grew.
So, without hesitation, his hand reached out to lift the veil from Liu Rou's face.
Zhao Yang was mesmerized. In all his lifetimes, he had seen countless beautiful women, but none compared to this exquisite creature. Her beauty was so profound that it could alter a person's state of mind, leaving any man utterly enchanted rather than merely infatuated.
He recalled a poem:
In the north there is a beauty,
Peerless and independent.
One glance topples cities,
Another glance topples nations.
On her face was a small green mark shaped like a willow leaf, emitting a faint glow. It did not detract from her beauty; instead, it enhanced it. The perfect complexion highlighted by the willow leaf made her even more endearing.
Liu Rou let out a soft whimper and suddenly woke up. Without calling out or making any sudden movements, tears streamed down her face as she looked at Zhao Yang and whispered, "Did you... see me?"
Zhao Yang nodded.
Liu Rou turned away slightly and murmured, "Am I very ugly?" It was clear she was on the verge of sobbing.
"No, you're beautiful. Hasn't anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?" Zhao Yang asked in surprise.
"My master doesn't allow me to interact with others and insists I keep my face covered. Besides my senior sister, no one else speaks to me," Liu Rou said as she sat up from the blanket Zhao Yang had laid for her.
Zhao Yang felt an overwhelming sense of compassion. If it weren't for fearing being too forward, he might have already embraced Liu Rou. Instead, he composed himself and said earnestly, "Liu Rou, you are the most beautiful person in the world. At least in my eyes, you are the most beautiful."
Liu Rou's tears turned into a smile as she softly asked, "Really?"
Zhao Yang nodded seriously and said, "Of course it's true, believe me."
Although he had never been in love, it was easy to charm a girl who had little experience with boys. A conversation could lead to a night together.
When Zhao Yang woke up again, he found a leaf beside his pillow with a line of small characters written on it. A sense of happiness and melancholy filled his heart. He looked around but did not find Liu Rou, realizing that she had already left on her own. Although he felt reluctant to part with her, everyone had their own path, and he could not restrict others' actions.
Considering Liu Rou's strength within the Haotian Secret Realm, aside from a few renowned Holy Sons, no one could pose a threat to her. Thus, Zhao Yang felt somewhat relieved.
Under the moonlight, Zhao Yang sat cross-legged, reflecting on the gains and losses of the past few days. Gradually entering a meditative state, he circulated his energy throughout his body. Thanks to the Dao Yun, he finally felt again the unparalleled tranquility he had experienced two years ago when he was in seclusion attempting to break through to the Foundation Establishment Stage. In this state of mind, time flowed by, solidifying his foundation and compensating for the hidden dangers caused by his rapid advancement using Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures.
Now, the Chaotic Binding Chain extending from Zhao Yang's Foundation Cauldron connected to eight major acupoints had become harmonized. His True Qi flowed seamlessly throughout his body, and many peripheral meridians gradually merged with the main pathways, coexisting with the Great Dao.
Waves of Ripple of Enlightenment rippled outwards from Ice Fire Island, spreading in all directions like water dripping into a cold pond after a hundred years of stillness.
Suddenly, Zhao Yang opened his eyes, sensing an unusual movement as hurried footsteps approached.
"Junior Brother, run!" A loud shout echoed from the cave, followed by a figure rushing in like the wind, grabbing Zhao Yang and flying towards Ice Fire Island's exit.
"Huh?" Zhao Yang was confused as Song Baliang dragged him along.
Boom!
A tremendous explosion erupted as Ice Fire Island shattered. Zhao Yang and Song Baliang were thrown away by the massive shockwave, crashing through rocks and trees. Zhao Yang winced in pain but his eyes sparkled with excitement as he asked, "Is this the power of my Supreme Dao Artifact coming into being?"
He had heard that some legendary weapons would cause celestial phenomena when they were first forged and could even devastate vast areas while absorbing cultivators' powers and Primordial Spirits to mend their own spiritual flaws.
However, Song Baliang coughed awkwardly and said, "It's not the Dao Artifact's power; I was just idly experimenting with what happens when ice and fire pools mix."
"You!" Zhao Yang felt a headache coming on; it turned out Song Baliang had been playing with explosives! "What about my Dao Artifact? My Supreme Dao Artifact?"
"It should be complete now," Song Baliang replied uncertainly, avoiding Zhao Yang's fiery gaze.
"That is my Dao Artifact!" Zhao Yang felt like crying without tears and had an impulse to slap Song Baliang dead.
"We should look for it; it should still be here! The Dao Artifact is unfathomable, and even if it was just recently forged, it would be hard to destroy." Song Baliang chuckled foolishly, and Zhao Yang felt a pang of regret as he watched him. No matter how he looked at it, he felt like he had been tricked.
Amidst the scattered rocks and the intertwining elements of ice and fire, Zhao Yang searched for any sign of the Dao Artifact. To him, with the Ice Soul Seal and Earth Fire Seal combined with Song Baliang's Heart of the Zen Staff Artifact and the entire Mysterious Stone Bed melted into the process, it had to be something at least the size of his Stone Hammer. Even if it was smaller, it should be a massive axe.
"By the way, what did my Dao Artifact ultimately turn into?" Zhao Yang asked curiously.
"A knife," Song Baliang replied, pride evident in his voice.
Zhao Yang nodded in agreement. "Hmm, a knife isn't bad."
In Zhao Yang's view, although a knife was smaller than a hammer or an axe, it should still be substantial—at least wider than a sword. While he wasn't skilled with knives, carrying one on his shoulder would allow him to intimidate anyone who dared to provoke him by swinging it wildly.
"Is it one knife or two?" Zhao Yang asked again.
He thought that if the Ice Soul Seal and Earth Fire Seal could forge a Supreme Dao Artifact knife, it would be fantastic if they could create twin knives. Although he wasn't adept at using dual blades, having two knives would definitely be more impressive than just one.
Excited by this thought, Zhao Yang turned around, only to see…
Song Baliang holding a twig, meticulously sifting through a pile of rubble and ashes inch by inch.
"Brother, what are you doing? Looking for the Dao Artifact?" Zhao Yang felt an ominous premonition creeping in.
"Yes, I'm looking," Song Baliang replied seriously, not sounding like he was joking.
"What do you mean?" Zhao Yang's expression darkened as dread filled his heart.
"I'm looking for the Dao Artifact. Oh! I found something! Look!" Song Baliang exclaimed excitedly as he held up a thumb-sized blade fragment.
It was a dull piece of metal with rust spots and a small edge.
"Are you sure you're not pulling my leg?" Zhao Yang felt his heart bleed; he wanted to strangle Song Baliang. He felt deceived and mocked for his intelligence.
"Just drop some blood to recognize your master; trust me, junior brother!" Song Baliang said with an excited expression and serious tone as he stared at Zhao Yang.
Zhao Yang felt like crying, wanting to strangle Song Baliang, but seeing the seriousness in his expression left him unsure whether what Song Baliang said was true or false.
"Forget it, let's treat this dead horse as a live one," Zhao Yang said as he squeezed a drop of blood from his fingertip onto the blade.
Rust fell away, revealing its true form.
Both Zhao Yang and Song Baliang suddenly found it hard to breathe. A powerful pressure surged through the air, like an Inch of Light entering their bodies, weighing down on them like a mountain. A thumb-sized flying knife, glimmering coldly, appeared between them.
Song Baliang's eyes widened; he hadn't expected the Supreme Dao Artifact he had forged to possess such immense power.
Zhao Yang was equally shocked, realizing that his spiritual energy could penetrate into the flying knife. Inside it was a soul, devoid of any consciousness or resistance—indeed, it was the soul of the Divine Serpent Saint Child, now serving as the spirit of the Supreme Dao Artifact.
Whoosh!
With just a slight movement of his index finger, the coldly gleaming flying knife sliced through the sky in an instant, heading straight for the clouds.
A nearly invisible thread flashed by; the heavens were torn apart, and the void collapsed.
Zhao Yang and Song Baliang both stared wide-eyed. Zhao Yang felt a surge of astonishment as a name came to mind for his Supreme Dao Artifact.
"From now on, this flying knife shall be called Inch of Light."
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