Chapter 1533 — The Tribulation of the Immortal Sword
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" Shen Mu's Divine Treasury Domain unfolded; the Profound Body Three Elixirs Art was driven into motion, and his raging qi and blood surged skyward, roaring as it poured into the giant sword.
But though his qi and blood were incomparably fierce, they could hardly merge with the sword's aura, hardly fuse into the blade. The Eastern Emperor Azure Dragon raised his eyebrows, his robes fluttering, yet he did not act at once, thinking: "Kept me waiting so long, and not a word of apology—I'll make you wait a while too.
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. " Suddenly the Worry-Free Sword's scabbard came flying with a whistle and planted itself at his feet.
The corner of the Eastern Emperor Azure Dragon's left eye twitched.
He stepped forward, and his qi and blood, vast and primal, his purple qi majestic, poured into Shen Mu's body, sending Shen Mu's qi and blood surging madly.
With his aid, Shen Mu's qi and blood at once merged with the receding sword aura and sword qi, fusing into the blade. The giant sword gradually shrank; it and Shen Mu's qi and blood blended, tending toward mutual accord.
This was the most crucial step: only when qi and blood were in accord could the long sword transform as the heart willed and become one's own divine weapon.
The giant sword grew smaller and smaller, from ten thousand zhang to a hundred zhang, from a hundred zhang to ten, and gradually shrank until it was but a zhang and two or three chi.
The Eastern Emperor Azure Dragon too felt his qi and blood draining away at furious speed.
Of the four Emperors of the ancient gods, his qi and blood were the strongest; if he forcibly expended them, he could indeed help Shen Mu forge the divine sword completely—but that would cost him a portion of his cultivation.
As he hesitated, the Western Emperor White Tiger's horn suddenly flew above his head, and the sound of it blared into both his ears—a long, low blast. The Eastern Emperor Azure Dragon's qi and blood instantly swelled severalfold; vast purple qi roared into Shen Mu's body, and Shen Mu's qi and blood surged wildly, pouring into that divine sword of a zhang and three chi.
The divine sword grew smaller still, becoming a five-chi blade.
Rage rose in the Eastern Emperor Azure Dragon's heart; he shot a glance at the Western Emperor White Tiger, only to see that female Emperor turn and look at him, stick out her tongue, and make a face at him.
The anger in his heart melted away entirely, and he thought: "The girl is rather adorable, only difficult to win over.
Never mind—I will not stoop to quarrel with her.
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" At the center of the nine heavens of Dao fire stood a five-chi divine sword; its radiance was like snow-white lake water, and the sword seemed planted in that lake, from time to time giving off a jingling that sent ripples spreading in rings. Seeing this, everyone recalled their divine swords; the Southern Emperor ceased to rouse the Dao Fire Ancestral Ground; the Blind Elder withdrew his formation diagram.
Emperor Shitian Li Youran looked toward the Silent Artisan, and saw him still standing erect within the Dao fire, eyes closed and spirit concentrated, the Dao resonance about him growing ever stronger.
Li Youran smiled and quietly withdrew.
Shen Mu stepped forward and drew the divine sword up, and the lake-like radiance all returned into the blade.
He grasped the sword and gave it a light flick; a clear, soaring note of sword-song rang out, and in Xuandu beyond the heavens a star abruptly winked out and fell from the sky.
"A fine sword.
" Kaihuang walked over, studied the sword in his hand, and asked, "Does it have a name? " "It does.
" Shen Mu formed a sword seal with his left hand and slid it lightly from hilt to tip, sword light flickering in his eyes, and let out a breath of true essence: "It is called Tribulation. "