Chapter 658: Chapter 642: Heaven Without the Sun and Moon, I Shall Create My Own!
Zhao Changhe’s consciousness, having entered the sword, began to weaken.
The so-called lighting of the heavens’ stars was by no ans as simple as releasing a Sword Qi and calling it done. Sword Qi was just the form of expression and the activation key; the essence was infusing all spiritual power and Sword Intent to connect with the stellar foundation within the sword embryo, finding the corresponding star to light it up. The heart power expended for this could be said to be outrageously great.
The more important the star, such as the Four Symbols, the more spiritual power required to connect and light it up. When all Four Symbols were lit, Zhao Changhe almost fainted from near depletion.
But the Four Symbols alone were not enough; what about the countless lesser stars? Their number was the most vast. Was he already out of strength after just this much?
With this level of strength, he dares to call himself emperor?
Outside the forge, Zhao Changhe’s physical body’s eyes gradually turned bright red, a manifestation of his power being pushed to the extre. The entire underground chamber seed ablaze with stars, a galaxy pouring forth, as violent power surged everywhere, causing the forge’s flas to flicker.
San Niang’s eyes widened in shock.
Was he attempting a breakthrough?
A breakthrough at the last mont of the Third Layer Secret Treasure!
That’s right… He had already completed the prerequisites for the Third Layer Secret Treasure, the Blood of Godslaying, long ago; what was missing was just the sedintation and accumulation of power. Was the accumulation from these days enough? The Dual Cultivation with Tang Wanju and Xia Chichi? Or was the reforging of the Dragon Sparrow into a spirit also part of the cultivation progress?
Perhaps all of it counted, but it was not enough.
What was more crucial was…
Beneath this temple, in harmony with the stars above and sensitive to the mountains and rivers below… San Niang watched closely and saw countless streams of Dragon Energy converging upon Zhao Changhe, faintly taking on a dragon shape like Xia Chichi.
Zhao Changhe of course had Dragon Energy, which he had once given away to Wuzhui without a second thought, but after supporting Xia Chichi as the Crown Prince, and himself once again becoming the confird “Crown Prince,” this Dragon Energy had once again started to coalesce, and in the eyes of people like Tang Wanju, the ruler was him by default.
And he knew how to cultivate with destiny and faith, knew how to utilize it; he had even fully grasped the significance of this Underground Sky Do.
The Four Symbols Sect mbers above were shocked to find that the qi within the underground that had begun to weaken was now growing stronger again. It was as if there was another heavenly vault below, another set of mountains and rivers, forming a complete miniature world, where destiny converged, mountains and rivers beca one, heaven and man resonated, the true dragon was peerless.
The powerful and overwhelming power swept through his body, the power of mountains and rivers converging like a hundred rivers to the sea, infused within the Six Harmonies Divine Skill, propelling the Blood Evil Power, spiraling and rging, soaring into the sky.
“Boom!”
Zhao Changhe’s body was surrounded by specks of starlight scattering out, rging into the sword embryo.
One by one, endless stars shimred within the sword.
Zhao Changhe’s Third Layer Secret Treasure, the Night Emperor Sword glowing with stars, the Underground Star Do and the galaxy brilliant.
San Niang’s eyes turned heart-shaped, “So handso…”
“Chichi,” Zhao Changhe gasped slightly, then suddenly spoke.
Above, Xia Chichi floated in and said softly, “I’m here.”
“Help your master a bit. Use the Wood elent to generate the Fire elent and maintain the stability of this fire energy.”
“Yes.”
Xia Chichi unexpectedly responded instinctively with “Yes,” which did not sound out of place to San Niang at all.
The power of the Azure Dragon was infused into the flas, and the previously weakening fire blazed up again.
Zhao Changhe’s consciousness was once again invested into the interior of the sword embryo.
In the sky, the stars twinkled, already containing the true aning of a starry sky; below the stars, the Spiritual Energy was thick, and the form of a Spiritual Body was fast taking shape.
The birth of the Sword Spirit.
If he continued down this path, it could be completed; but aside from the difference of the galaxy before the Four Symbols, it was still hard to say “walking ahead of Emperor Ye,” at best it would be a revision.
As in the Dragon Sparrow, using the Blood Evil Power as a guide made it his, Zhao Changhe’s, blade; so now, what would make it his, Zhao Changhe’s, sword?
Which key aspects did Emperor Ye fundantally overlook?
Aside from the lesser stars, there were larger ones… such as the seven luminaries, especially the sun, which had been overlooked by both Emperor Ye and Xia Longyuan.
If it were dayti, no one would overlook the sun. But at night, people generally don’t think there’s a sun in the sky, even though they know full well the sun hasn’t disappeared, just gone below the horizon; after all, there’s no sun in the night sky.
Does the sun count as one of the heavens’ stars? At least modern people would tell them that it’s indisputably a star… Can that be ignored?
If in the last monts Emperor Ye had already broken free from the original constraints, but the sun was probably still sothing he hadn’t considered. No wonder he could only call himself the Night Emperor, not the Heavenly Emperor.
Every person has their own barriers of knowledge and perception, and even the strongest gods and Buddhas are no exception. Especially in the ancient tis where the existence of entities like a Sun Deity was possible… Since no one has encountered such a being until now, it’s unknown whether they exist or not. If they truly do exist, then they naturally wouldn’t regard them as one of their own but rather as an opposing entity.
But for Zhao Changhe, who from the Spirit Clan had sought enlightennt from the nearby sun for a month, he wouldn’t forget all that he had seen night after night. Whether it was at dawn or dusk, there were tis when the sun, moon, and stars shared the sa sky.
But is the sun sothing that can be easily illuminated? Even the foundation of sword forging might not necessarily include the sun. You want to light it? Where would you find it?
What doesn’t exist, where would you light it?
If it didn’t exist in the first place, then add it!
Zhao Changhe reached into his ring and pulled out a leaf.
The Yunyang Leaf, acquired by the Spirit Clan, had once been used for Tang Wanju’s soul nourishnt.
Clouds embrace the warm sun, nurturing the spirit. It signifies both the sun’s warmth and the nurturing of the spirit.
As the Yunyang Leaf was thrown into the sword embryo, it made a “sizzling” sound and quickly disappeared, its efficacy swiftly absorbed by the sword embryo.
Zhao Changhe watched the absorption process and, with a thought, said, “Dragon Sparrow.”
“Master.”
“Do you know what to do?”
The Sword Spirit shared a connection with its master’s thoughts; Dragon Sparrow naturally knew what Zhao Changhe was thinking at the mont and hesitated for the first ti.
The Yunyang Leaf alone couldn’t form a “sun,” it was just the basic essence for shaping, allowing what you mold afterward to take on the direction of the sun rather than becoming sothing else.
To truly create it, it was still the sa “Body Tempering for Sword” thod. Only this ti it was recorded long ago—when there is no sun or moon in the sky, the king acts as one!
Today, the ti had finally co for realization.
All of a sudden, Dragon Sparrow swung itself, abruptly chopping towards Zhao Changhe’s chest.
As San Niang Xia Chichi cried out in alarm, a stream of Blood Arrow shot towards the flas, pouring over the sword embryo. The forge fire roared and surged, growing more intense.
Zhao Changhe’s face was pale, but his voice remained calm, “Vermilion Bird.”
Huangfu Qing had already arrived by his side, silently watching and responded softly, “Present.”
“This is the Nanming Li Fire, the fla of the Vermilion Bird. Draw the most intense part of the fire and temper the very center of the sword body; this is the essence of the sun.” Zhao Changhe said, “This is the Night Emperor’s Sword. The Venerable surely wouldn’t refuse, right?”
“Is the sun also part of the night?” Vermilion Bird wanted to ask this question, but seeing Zhao Changhe’s blood-drenched appearance, he ultimately did not voice his thoughts, but simply said, “Alright.”
With a delicate touch, the core heat of the fla concentrated on a single point.
Within the sword embryo, Zhao Changhe’s spiritual power could be seen, his blood and Evil Qi blending with the essence of the Yunyang Leaf, forming a hazy, blood-colored mist. The mist rose into the air, hovering in the eastern horizon like a round, crimson sun just rising from the ground, while the stars and moon were still present.
Only, this sun didn’t have the dazzling warmth of the morning glow. It was more ferocious, overflowing with Evil Qi.
That was not the sun; that was Zhao Changhe’s blood.
Body Tempering for Sword, it was just like this.
When there is no sun or moon, I act as one!
“Boom!” The Heavenly Vault seed to tremble slightly as if signifying “the completion of the ritual,” and the sun, moon, and stars shone together, forming a stable celestial do.
A blood-colored infant-like Spiritual Body hovered in the void, and the Sword Spirit was being born.
This was truly being a father, even the blood was his own.
“Out of the forge.” Zhao Changhe waved his hand, and the sword embryo landed on the anvil. The hamr pounded heavily on the blade.
“Clang!”
In the void, the infant slowly stretched its body, floating in the Galaxy, with its head cushioned by the sun and its feet resting on the full moon.
The na of the sword gradually appeared on the blade: “Star River.”
—Xuanwu was commanded to forge this divine sword from the power of mountains and rivers. Upon the sword’s completion, it was nad Star River.
Zhao Changhe looked up, San Niang Chichi and Vermilion Bird had stopped their work, each with complex expressions watching him.
Stepping out of the underground chamber and looking out, the morning sun was rising on the horizon, and the stars and moon were still there.
The might of the Divine Sword overflowed above the entire Imperial Palace; outside the entrance above the Temple, countless Four Symbols Sect mbers kneeled densely packed, silently without a word, their foreheads touching the ground, not daring to raise their heads.
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