Chapter 1127 — A Peerless Sword
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 1 of 3
"So then, Earth Mother, will you do this or not?" Lord Heaven asked.
The Earth Mother gritted her teeth. "If I do it, there will be no place left for me in Xuandu either. The Patriarch God King will surely hunt me down, until I have no road to heaven above nor door in the earth below! Your only reason for saving me was to use me to wipe out the Heavenly Court's forces in Xuandu!"
Lord Heaven looked at her. "Once you have done it, I will lend you the Western Emperor's Breathing Soil."
The Earth Mother Primordial Sovereign, reeking of killing intent, said in a shrill, stern voice, "I will do it!"
Shen Mu parted from Ling Yuxiu and returned to the Supervisory Foundry. Over at the foundry, the Headman, the Alchemist, Granny Zhu, the Lame Elder, Lord Huo, and the Deaf Elder had all arrived; the Butcher had gotten in touch with them, and they had come here through the teleportation gates forged in each city.
Now Jingping was rich and powerful beyond measure, shipping in every kind of material without cease from the various heavens; forging them into divine weapons and refining them into spirit pills at Jingping, it had more than enough to sustain the teleportation gates of every city.
The elders of Yincan Village gathered in one place, raising another great clamor. The Silent Craftsman had already sorted the materials by category and made everything ready, matching the proportions of divine-weapon materials to each person's cultivation art and divine ability.
The divine weapons Jingping forged for the Heavenly Court were all standard-pattern arms, turned out by the Supervisory Foundries as if off a flowing stream, each foundry handling one or two stages of the work.
But as Jingping's mightiest Heavenly Artisans and formation masters, the Silent Craftsman and the Blind Elder did their forging with their own hands, and that was no small matter.
The Headman wanted a sword with a scabbard, not a sword pill. The Butcher wanted two divine sabers. Granny Zhu's divine weapon was a Dao wheel able to bear her own Great Dao divine ability. Lord Huo wanted nothing but a Zen staff. The Lame Elder wanted a pair of gloves and a pair of boots.
The Deaf Elder wanted a brush and an inkstone; the Alchemist wanted a pill-refining furnace; the Blind Elder wished to temper and refine his Dragon-Tuo Divine Spear; and as for the Silent Craftsman himself, he would forge a new grand furnace and iron hammer.
Shen Mu watched from the side. When the Headman's sword was being forged, the Headman sat nearby and unleashed his sword-Dao divine ability, sword-Dao runes flying up in profusion; the Blind Elder used formations to congeal that sword-Dao divine ability into microscopic runes, which the Silent Craftsman struck with his great hammer, hammering them into the sword blank!
Shen Mu looked closely: within the ancestral shrine's divine metal, each microscopic particle of divine metal was branded with the tiniest sword-Dao runes—a sight that made one gasp in admiration.
This art of hammer-tempering involved micro-calculation, micro-carving, micro-formations, micro-branding, micro-forging—nothing that could be accomplished by any Heavenly Artisan or formation master whose cultivation had not reached the utmost limit!
Even a being like the Headman, to forge such a divine weapon, had to expend vast vital qi, energy, and divine consciousness; essence, qi, and spirit all had to be poured into the weapon.
Only when the divine weapon merged with one's own spirit could it unleash its power to the fullest!
Midway through the forging, the Headman's vital qi ran dry, his energy withered, his divine consciousness depleted; he had to rest several times before he could go on.
The Blind Elder said, "If it goes on in fits and starts like this, I fear the divine sword cannot be completed in one continuous breath, and the weapon's power will suffer for it."