"Not enough... Not enough... Still not enough... Need more materials... Give more materials..." Dao was roaring like a demon, as though he would devour Lin Shen alive if he was any slower.
Lin Shen had already put all the new materials into the slting furnace and could only say helplessly to Dao, "There are no new materials left."
"Throw those scraps in, lt them down..." Dao snarled viciously.
Lin Shen had no choice but to grab those scrap knives, but because the knives were too heavy, he could only drag one at a ti into the furnace.
Dao kept on folding and forging the materials, and after hamring out pieces of blood-red material, he would stack them together and hamr again.
This process was extrely dull and particularly lengthy.
Lin Shen opened the mouth of the furnace, allowing the tal to flow out, cool down into blocks, and then transported each block to Dao's side.
These were all re-lted materials as there were no new materials left.
Dao didn't care about that, hamring and forging those re-lted materials into blood-red pieces.
Days went by, with Dao working relentlessly, day and night, as if a demon had possessed him, furiously forging the materials.
The materials in the cave were getting fewer and fewer, and the daily delivery from the ox cart wasn't even enough to pick one's teeth with.
Even the scrapped knives had all been thrown into the furnace by Lin Shen for remaking.
The Dao hamred and refined the materials over and over again, compressing and forging the materials multiple tis, but the resulting product beca less and less.
"That's it, there is really nothing left," Lin Shen shouted at Dao.
But Dao seed deaf to his calls and paid no attention, continuing to work the forge on his own.
Lin Shen looked at Dao, and it seed as if a purple-black aura was rising around him, but upon closer inspection, it appeared as though there was nothing at all.
"There's nothing more I can do to help you," Lin Shen could only stand by and watch, he was powerless to do anything more.
Dao no longer needed his help with the forging; clearly, he wanted to complete this work alone.
With each passing day, the mountainous pile of materials, under Dao's continuous forging, day and night, had now dwindled to the size of a human head.
The whole block of material looked like a blood-red crystal, seemingly transparent yet opaque, mysteriously eerie in appearance.
What was even stranger was that although the material was clearly red, it emitted a purple-black light, and the sa purple-black aura was present around Dao's body.
"It's enough... It's enough... It must work this ti... It must work..." Dao had beco obsessed, putting the material back into the slting furnace to forge.
But this ti, the furnace couldn't even heat the material red-hot; it beca more like fresh blood, as if the blood inside was about to spill out.
Dao clamped the material out, placed it on the workbench, and started hamring it blow by blow.
Strangely enough, the material that the furnace couldn't heat turned malleable under Dao's not-so-forceful hamr, slowly deforming and taking the shape of a blade embryo.
As Dao hamred away, the purple-black aura on him and the blade embryo beca more pronounced, like flas fiercely burning around them.
Lin Shen watched as Dao ford the blade embryo into the shape of an ancient broadsword, broad and thick, wider at the front and tapering towards the back, like the fangs of an evil ghost.
"That must be the Ghost Head Knife, right?" Lin Shen observed as Dao continued to hamr the tal, and the shape of the knife grew clearer—it was a Ghost Head Blade.
The Ghost Head Blade was used in ancient tis for beheading convicted criminals, and because of its heavy murderous aura, executioners would enshrine it before deities to suppress its fierce energy with divine power.
It was only during the execution of death row inmates that the blade would be retrieved.
At this mont, the Ghost Head Knife forged by Dao had a malevolence that could no longer be described as re weight.
As the Ghost Head Knife was nearing completion, Lin Shen suddenly felt the entire stone cave shake as if it were about to crumble.
"Dao, it seems like there's an earthquake..." Lin Shen shouted at Dao.
But Dao completely ignored him, still hamring away at the Ghost Head Knife as if there was nothing else in his eyes except for that knife.
Whether the sky fell or the universe was destroyed, nothing could stop him from completing that blade.
Lin Shen gritted his teeth and turned to run outside the stone cave; he wanted to see what had actually happened outside.
The tal Oxen were all fleeing around as if they had broken free from so restraints and were no longer bound.
They had absolutely no interest in attacking Lin Shen, just single-mindedly running to escape.
After Lin Shen dashed out of the stone cave, he saw an astonishing sight: the stone mountain in front of him was actually growing larger, and the distance between the mountains was also expanding.
The mountain range that had once been close at hand was now rapidly moving away from his sight, and in the blink of an eye, it seed to be thousands of miles away.
Lin Shen was overjoyed in his heart; he finally realized what had happened.
The Micro Immortal Realm seed to be collapsing, the vast mountain ranges and rivers once miniaturized within this region were restoring to their original state.
Lin Shen's body was clearly also reverting back, and the sa was true for the Vajra Bulls.
But compared to the restoration scale of these vast mountains and rivers, their body sizes were naturally much smaller.
Therefore, his body recovered more quickly, while the vast mountains and rivers grew bigger and farther away; so of the previously visible nearby landscapes had now disappeared without a trace.
"Why is the Micro Immortal Realm suddenly collapsing? Does it have anything to do with the Ten Directions Ghost God Slaying Blade?" Lin Shen flew into the sky, and when he looked at the planet again, he realized he must have returned to his original form; everything he could see had returned to the normal visual effect.
Suddenly, Lin Shen saw a purple-black breath shooting up from within the Vajra Bull nest, condensing into a smoke-like and light-like purple-black strange spirit body.
As that bizarre spirit appeared, the collapse of the Micro Immortal Realm beca more severe, with spatial distortions faintly visible in the surroundings.
Lin Shen suddenly realized why the Micro Immortal Realm had suddenly collapsed.
The Ten Directions Ghost God Slaying Blade forged by Dao had reached the level that could trigger the Cosmic Rainbow Light.
But due to the suppression of the Micro Immortal Realm, the Cosmic Rainbow Light had not appeared.
The Micro Immortal Mirror also collapsed due to this power; once the Micro Immortal Realm had collapsed, there was no longer any power to suppress the aura of the Ten Directions Ghost God Slaying Blade, and the Cosmic Rainbow Light was about to be summoned.
However, before the Cosmic Rainbow Light could be stirred, the bizarre spirit body that lood over the nest suddenly vanished into thin air.
The space that had begun to distort returned to normal, and the trembling earth quieted down.
The Vajra Bulls fled in every direction, charging into the mountain ranges without looking back, and not a single one was left behind.
"The blade... is finished..." Dao erged from the cave, cradling a purple-red Ghost Head Knife in his hands, trembling with excitent.
However, he was too sturdy, and the Ghost Head Knife seed just right in his hands without seeming overly cumberso.
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