4749 Ding Beichun in His Pri of Sword-Forging
The so-called Sword Dao and Sword Intent were all illusory, and only a dium could carry them.
The blade itself was a kind of dium, while divine power, void power, and even the more profound Yan power were the bearing and the path to realization.
However, the scene in front of Jian Wushuang truly shocked him.
These Sword Intents had no master’s will, and there was no way to guide them. They could only be used by the blade itself, which acted as the dium.
However, they were actually refined and conjured into silver-white water droplets.
At the sa ti, these Sword Intent water drops fell into the natural moat.
Due to the frighteningly high temperature, the lava here was a strange purple-red color.
Even the temperature of the real sun’s core could not be compared to this purple-red lava. It was simply too hot.
These raindrops of Sword Intent did not fall into the lava after falling. Instead, they seed to be guided by sothing and gathered together.
It was only then that Jian Wushuang realized that in the center of the 10,000 miles of lava, there was a furnace.
This furnace seed to be burning fiercely, as if it was refining and creating a brilliant sun. Tens of thousands of rays of golden light spilled out from the tightly-sealed furnace, which was extrely dazzling.
The Sword Intent was like a drop of water was all guided into the furnace.
At the sa ti, a 10,000-foot tall figure attracted Jian Wushuang’s attention.
On one side of the furnace, a 10,000-feet-tall, bare-chested figure held an iron hamr in his hand. Without any emotion, he hamred it down on a red Sword Embryo, causing sparks to fly.
Such a shocking scene made Jian Wushuang’s blood boil.
It did not have the complexity and exquisiteness of the way of the sword and the Sword Intent, but only pure iron and fire.
A swordsmith needed great perseverance and great Enlightennt to forge a sword that could seize the fate energy of heaven and earth.
This fusion of iron and fire was the most soul-stirring.
After two or three calls, Jian Wushuang finally ca back to his senses.
“Brother Jian, do you want to watch it up close together?” the Young Emperor said with a smile.
Suppressing the agitation in his heart, Jian Wushuang said slowly, “Okay.”
The two Yan Immortals had floated down into the natural moat.
The hamr in his hand, the 10,000 feet tall figure did not feel that there were outsiders coming, he was completely focused on the red Sword Embryo.
Stepping on the land that was floating on the lava like a lonely boat, Jian Wushuang felt that the Yan power on the surface of his body began to burn.
“Beichun, I’m here,” the Young Emperor said in a clear voice, a rare smile in his eyes.
After the 10,000-feet-tall figure heavily smashed the Sword Embryo with his hamr, he stopped his chanical hamring and turned his head to look at them.
His face was blackened by tal scraps, and it was almost impossible to tell where his facial features were.
However, what Jian Wushuang saw next was a row of bright teeth.
“Brother Yan.”
The Young Emperor laughed. “I thought you’d beco a fool. It turns out you still rember .”
In just a few breaths, the 10,000-feet-tall figure had shrunk to a normal height, and then he quickly ran forward.
His upper body was bare, and his well-proportioned muscles were covered with flowing clouds and water ripples, looking extrely profound.
“Brother Yan, how did you find the ti to co here? I rember that it wasn’t long before you ca here,” the figure covered in flowing clouds scratched his head and said.
The Young Emperor said helplessly, “It’s been a Hua Year since I last ca to see you. This ti, it’s the Heavenly Court’s Grand Banquet again.”
“It’s been another Hua Year, but I don’t feel anything,” the figure pouted and said. “I don’t know when my Master will co back.”
“He’ll be back soon, you just need to wait,” the Young Emperor raised his eyebrows and smiled. Then, he put his palm on Jian Wushuang’s shoulder. “Let introduce you. Brother Jian, Jian Wushuang.”
“Ding Beichun.” The charred-face young man cupped his hands and grinned.
Jian Wushuang smiled in return. Deep in his heart, he felt that the guy in front of him, who grinned with big white teeth, was not as difficult to get along with as he had imagined.
Looking at the churning sea of fire and lava around him, the Young Emperor said, “Beichun, it’s been a few years. It’s ti for you to go out and travel. After all, you’ve been alone here for too long.”
The young man, whose na was Ding Beichun, wiped the tal scraps off his face and said, “I’ll be leaving when Master cos to pick up. I’m also focusing on forging a sword now. I’ll forge a scabbard for you.”
Jian Wushuang was slightly surprised. He did not expect that Ding Beichun was only forging a scabbard.
At the thought of this, he could not help but ask, “The materials and Sword Intent refined in this furnace are all prepared to forge a sword sheath?”
Ding Beichun nodded. that’s right. These things are not good enough for my Master. I might as well make these things into a scabbard for my Master.
Jian Wushuang opened his mouth, but he did not say anything. There was a bitter smile at the corner of his mouth.
Ding Beichun’s words were too shocking. There was so much unparalleled Sword Intent, but it was only enough to make a scabbard…
The Young Emperor’s natural expression also proved that Ding Beichun was not lying.
“By the way, Beichun, I’ve co here to ask for a favor,” the Young Emperor said. “One of Brother Jian’s swords has been broken. Can you repair it?”
Ding Beichun did not hesitate. “Of course. Can you let take a look at the condition of the broken pieces?”
Jian Wushuang nodded and then drew the Tarot Divine Sword from his waist.
The sword was unsheathed and let out a clear cry. Even though the sword had been broken in the middle, it did not affect its sharpness.
Ding Beichun’s eyes brightened. He took the broken Tarot Divine Sword and looked at it carefully. “This is incredible. Such an extraordinary sword actually contains such great fate energy.”
Hearing this, Jian Wushuang nodded in his heart. It seed that Ding Beichun was a true master swordsmithing master. He was able to sense the fate energy in the Tarot Divine Sword almost imdiately.
As one of the seven Supre Ancestral Weapons in the Divine Power Universe, the fate energy contained in the Tarot Divine Sword was naturally extrely terrifying.
This was also why Jian Wushuang still carried the Tarot Divine Sword with him even though it was broken. A mysterious thing like fate energy controlled too many thoughts of the Great Dao and could deepen his comprehension when he was ditating.
“How is it? Can it be completely repaired?” the Young Emperor asked.
Holding the Tarot Divine Sword tightly, Ding Beichun could not help but nod. “I definitely can. To be able to repair such a real sword is another kind of Enlightennt for swordsmithing.”
The Young Emperor nodded. “I’ll leave it to you then. If you can’t fix it, I’ll hold you responsible.”
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