Chapter 1533 — The Tribulation of the Immortal Sword
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But the metal qi here was too strong; mother and daughter alike could not hold out much longer. Just then, the Western Emperor White Tiger suddenly leaped into the Ancestral Ground, and with the blare of her horn she strove to suppress the sword's aura, and only then did the Southern Emperor and her daughter breathe easy.
But the sword's aura only grew, and even the Western Emperor White Tiger could hardly bear it; her pair of tiger ears twitched without cease. "Quench it! " Suddenly the Silent Artisan, who had all along kept silent, let out a roar like thunder.
Emperor Xuan and Emperor Wu, husband and wife, exchanged a glance, then at once exerted their magic power to gather up the waters of the Sea of Heaven Yin, and its sea level dropped sharply at once!
Those waters transformed into a Dark Tortoise and a Soaring Serpent, and under the two Emperors' command rushed into the Dao Fire Ancestral Ground.
The two Emperors' robes fluttered as they cast one Dao art after another, pitting their cultivation against the nine layers of Dao fire in the Ancestral Ground, cold sweat beading on their brows: "The firepower is too strong; with only our two strengths it is hard to suppress—we should have moved our own Ancestral Ground here.
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. " The two exchanged a glance, then suddenly revealed their true forms and became the Black Tortoise divinity, treading upon the Sea of Heaven Yin, charging into the Dao Fire Ancestral Ground to send the waters of Heaven Yin into its nine heavens to quench the divine sword.
Kaihuang raised an eyebrow.
Though no master of the forging Dao, he could see that the Silent Artisan had kept silent all this while in order to govern his own Dao heart, to make it resonate with the Dao Fire Ancestral Ground and control the Dao fire to the greatest degree. As a grandmaster of forging, one's command of Dao fire had to be exquisite in the extreme; to open one's mouth and speak might introduce a flaw.
Now the Silent Artisan had spoken, which meant the forging of the sword had reached its final, most critical stage! "Is this divine sword finally about to be completed?
" His heart could not help but surge; the Worry-Free Sword jingled and leapt in its scabbard, as if about to fly out of its own accord. Kaihuang turned and looked around, and saw that the village head Su Muzhe, the former Jingping Imperial Preceptor Jiang Baigui, and the countless sword Dao masters of Jingping—their swords too were jingling and leaping, and some sword cores had even slipped their masters' control, floating in the air and spinning endlessly, while sword after sword drifted slowly through the sky.
As those divine swords flew, they burst into waves of humming, as though on a pilgrimage.
"This sword is a little too strong.
" Kaihuang's heart turned solemn, and he subdued his Worry-Free Sword.
He was the sovereign of the sword Dao; if his Worry-Free Sword too left its scabbard and joined this pilgrimage of ten thousand swords, would it not declare that he deemed himself weaker than Shen Mu?
Though he held great expectations for Shen Mu and deemed his aptitude and potential frightening, when it came to the sword Dao, Shen Mu was still far from his equal. Within the Ancestral Ground, Shen Mu, Li Youran, and the Silent Artisan became three towering giants, using their own vital essence as hammers to forge that divine sword. The divine sword stood ten thousand zhang tall; even those three giants seemed tiny before it.
The forging hammers they had made had been sliced to pieces by the sword's overflowing aura; now only their own vital essence could hammer this divine sword—yet even the finest rune particles within their vital essence were shredded by the surging sword qi.
The three giants steamed with sweat.
Seeing this, the Blind Elder at once cast out a formation diagram that covered all the formation masters; Yan Yunxi, seeing it, could not help showing surprise, and stepped into the diagram as well.