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The handsome man carried a longsword on his back. With sword-like brows and star-bright eyes, his bearing was extraordinary. The woman beside him carried a hint of heroism between her brows; she leaned lightly against him now, staring at Qin Yi with curiosity.
An Yi watched the two warily. But after realizing that, since arriving, they had made no other move and were merely quietly observing her husband, she relaxed slightly.
"Miss, there's no need to be nervous. I'm Jiang Qing. I came here looking for Senior Martial Uncle."
Hearing his voice, An Yi was momentarily startled, then nodded to him.
She relaxed completely, realizing that the man before her was likely one of Qin Yi's junior disciples. The three of them stood there without making any further moves, simply watching Qin Yi forge his sword.
After forty-nine days, the sword's structure and material fusion had been completed by nearly two-thirds. At this stage, Qin Yi's expression was intensely focused, completely immersed, and his movements had slowed.
Bit by bit, the sword's body took shape. Within the burning flames, it was as if specks of starlight were gathering drop by drop, casting a blade of refined divine metal.
Like a newborn infant, through nourishment, cellular differentiation, and growth, slowly maturing into a graceful youth.
After eighty-one days, radiant light shone before the four of them. A simple, ancient sword body floated in midair. Its hilt was dignified and majestic, and the blade was suffused with overwhelming King's Way dominion, radiating an imposing aura.
Yet even now, Qin Yi had not awakened from his state of concentration. Instead, his brow furrowed even more tightly.
The Essence had been forged.
Next… was Energy.
His hands formed seals. One by one, the spiritual arrays he had prepared long in advance were activated by Qin Yi. They shimmered with golden light as they drifted toward the sword's body.
"Gather Spirit!"
"Draw Spirit!"
"Circulate Spirit!"
Each formation was carefully embedded into the sword body. Golden lines, like roaming dragons, coiled, surged, intertwined, and finally engraved themselves into the blade. This process was exceedingly slow and demanded extreme precision.
Qin Yi was like a sculptor working on a priceless masterpiece, carefully and meticulously carving each line into the sword body.
As his movements continued, the sword became wrapped in golden threads resembling roaming dragons, dazzling beyond compare. Even the sword body itself began to tremble violently.
Spiritual qi from all directions was drawn in by the repeatedly engraved formations, converging toward the sword body and stirring gentle winds.
Gradually, one hundred and eight days passed. Every spiritual array had now been fully engraved into the blade.
The sword body now radiated golden-crimson light, suffused with noble and domineering aura. Even as it floated there in silence, its presence alone was enough to intimidate the void.
"Hoo, "
Qin Yi exhaled deeply. His expression showed slight exhaustion, but his eyes were filled with excitement.
The sword body was complete. The spiritual arrays were set. The sword's Essence and Energy were fully formed.
All that remained was to guide the Spirit into it, to awaken the soul of the sword.
"Intent melds with bone." The four calm words left his lips as Qin Yi extended a finger.
In an instant, boundless King's Way sword intent surged forth like a mighty tide, condensing into a crimson, illusory sword shadow that slammed directly into the sword before him.
Buzz…!
The sword's body trembled, erupting with fierce sword intent.
"Spirit condenses within energy!" Qin Yi let out a long breath. His right hand formed into a claw and suddenly grasped toward the void before him.
This claw targeted the dragon lair below, seizing the dragon qi contained within it.
Rooaar…!
In the next moment, a roaming dragon formed of pale-golden mist was captured in Qin Yi's grasp. It roared endlessly, struggling violently within his palm, yet unable to escape.
"Senior Martial Uncle… this will cause great chaos." Jiang Qing sighed as he witnessed the scene.
He knew that with this single grasp, the destiny sustaining this dynasty would plummet sharply. At most, it would have only a few decades left.
From that moment on, the common people at dawn, tens of millions of citizens, and the entire court of civil and military officials would suffer a vast and catastrophic calamity. Only when a new dynasty was born, when dragon qi changed hands, dispersed, and gathered anew, would the world finally return to stability.
"Sword spirit, emerge!"
Qin Yi paid no heed at all to Jiang Qing's words. He flung the golden dragon-cloud qi in his hand toward the sword body. In an instant, the dragon qi surged into the sword, merging into the spiritual arrays.
"Roar!"
The sword hummed violently, letting out a roar like a dragon's cry that shook the heart and soul.
In the next moment, towering sword intent and kingly dominance burst forth. The sword trembled fiercely as crimson-gold light flashed without end.
"Finish the final step yourself."
Qin Yi said indifferently, flicking a finger toward the sword.
Clang!
The sword rang out clearly. As if it understood Qin Yi's words, it seemed to nod toward him, then shot straight into the sky, piercing into the clouds.
"Rooaaar!"
Dark clouds gathered overhead. As the sword qi surged into the clouds, it erupted in earth-shaking brilliance, scattering a mass of dark clouds. Roaming dragons even appeared, coiling within the clouds, shocking all who beheld the sight.
Rumble, !
Lightning flashed between the clouds, thunder roaring deafeningly.
"The tribulation of a sword weapon!" Jiang Qing's gaze sharpened, his expression solemn.
He knew this was the tribulation born when a lifeless object gained spirit. Heaven had its laws: death was death, life was life. To turn death into life was to defy heaven, and calamity would inevitably descend. If it failed to pass, it would remain a lifeless object. If it succeeded, the sword would gain its own spirit and become a Spirit Sword rarely seen in the world.
His eyes flickered as Jiang Qing looked toward Qin Yi.
Even immortal cultivators had no certainty of surviving such a tribulation, let alone a mere object.
Yet in Qin Yi's expression, he saw not the slightest trace of worry.
"Let me see your power!"
Qin Yi raised his head, his eyes piercing the dark clouds. Within them, the sword spun rapidly, roaming dragons coiling around it. At that moment, streaks of lightning wrapped around the blade, destruction about to descend.
Boom!
Suddenly, thunder exploded. Countless bolts of lightning struck down toward the sword.
Jiang Qing held his breath, staring unblinkingly at the clouds.
Lightning filled the sky like a massive net, dense, terrifying, while muffled thunder echoed without end.
Strands of golden lightning hacked relentlessly at the sword, making it tremble again and again.
Yet in the face of this dreadful tribulation, the sword stood like a king enthroned in the void, aloof, cold, gazing down upon all living beings, utterly unmoved.
Crack, crash!
Golden lightning struck again and again. The sword accepted it calmly, refusing none of it. Even more astonishingly, amid the bombardment, it drew in and fused with the pure yang energy of the lightning, causing its kingly dominance to grow ever more intense.
The radiance within the sword grew brighter and brighter. Faintly, a cold and indifferent phantom seemed to be taking shape.
For a full two hours, the lightning struck without pause, yet it could do nothing to the sword. On the contrary, with each strike, the blade grew stronger, becoming tougher and more indomitable as time went on.
At last, the dark clouds dispersed, and the lightning vanished.
Crimson-gold light shimmered upon the sword. Coiling dragons wrapped around its blade, and upon the sword body, a faint phantom in white robes sat cross-legged. Sword intent gleamed in his eyes, a roaming dragon sigil marked his brow, and boundless domineering power radiated from him.
Qin Yi looked up, the corner of his lips curving slightly.
"Since you are a king, you shall bear the common people."
"You shall be called, Cangsheng."
(End of Chapter)