Heaven and earth as the furnace, stars as the embryo, the Zhuque as the guide, and a god forging the sword!
This was the vision Xu Xian beheld, and the shock in his heart surged like an endless tide...
Suddenly.
The sword was complete.
He heard the god's low whisper.
[Heaven-Burning Sparrow]
A divine sword hung between heaven and earth, wreathed in billowing flames and radiating waves of divine might. The image froze at that very moment.
Xu Xian snapped back to his senses. Staring at the longsword before him, he slowly breathed out three words.
"Heaven! Burning! Sparrow!"
The sword seemed to sense him; a wave of heat rushed toward him, spreading from his arm to his entire body. Amidst the sudden gale, fierce flames churned.
Upon the blade's surface.
The black impurities were incinerated in an instant, revealing the sword's true form.
The entire body was blood-red.
It was carved with vermilion feathers.
Xu Xian drew the sword and held it high toward the heavens. Atop the blade's edge, endless sword intent transformed into a torrential inferno that surged into the sky.
It actually took the form of a Zhuque, soaring through the clouds.
The entire sword pool was bathed in its light.
The Zhuque spread its wings and cried out to the four directions.
"Liiiii!"
Xu Xian looked up at the sky, now a sea of fire. With a look of frenzy, he exclaimed:
"A fine sword!"
"What a magnificent divine sword!"
"What a magnificent Heaven-Burning Sparrow!"
[Divine Sword · Heaven-Burning Sparrow] Seal released. Manifested in Fanzhou. Commotion in the Sword Mound.
Wendao Sword Sect.
At the location of the Sky Gate, a bolt of sword intent abruptly erupted from within, piercing through the atmosphere like a rainbow and entering the Star Sea.
The sword intent was like a pillar, crimson as a raging fire.
It was high-spirited and relentless.
The heat rippled, sweeping across a thousand mountains. Birds fled the forests and floating clouds were scattered. Every disciple in the sect looked up in a daze, frozen where they stood.
"What is that?"
"Such powerful sword intent!"
"What an overbearing sword momentum!"
"That's the direction of the Sword Mound..."
Ye Xianyu and the others standing before the Sky Gate were also caught off guard by this sudden event.
The towering Sky Gate.
Leaking sword intent.
In ten thousand years...
This was unheard of.
They looked up and stared.
Confusion, horror, daze, wariness, and unease flashed through their eyes in turn...
From beginning to end.
Not a single person spoke.
The sword intent had come surging, and it departed just as swiftly, much like the light on the Sword Gate—gone in the blink of an eye.
Only, this crimson sword intent was fiercer and far more conspicuous.
It was currently deep autumn.
Yet the mortal world was granted a fleeting moment of midsummer.
The sword intent dissipated, but the Wendao Sword Sect was boiling with excitement. Many Pavilion Elders rushed over upon hearing the news, wishing to catch a glimpse of the cause.
Even the Elders and disciples in the mountains landed in the square below the Sword Mound in a split second.
Even the three Guest Elders were startled and hurriedly climbed the long stone steps.
A single bolt of sword intent had set the entire sect ablaze with fervor.
In the blink of an eye, the area beneath Sword Gate Mountain was a sea of people, filled with incessant arguing and discussion.
"What's the situation up there?"
"I don't know! Everyone who should be here has arrived. Even the Pavilion Elders have gone up."
"Come on, let's go take a look too."
Seeing more and more people gathering and more streaks of light flying over continuously.
The youth in green robes said softly, "Little Ten."
Ye Xianyu looked up slightly at her Fifth Senior Brother.
The youth in green robes said warmly, "Tell everyone to go back."
Ye Xianyu nodded in agreement.
"Understood!"
She then ordered the crowd to disperse. The Pavilion Elders returned dejectedly, followed closely by the ordinary Elders. The disciples of each peak returned to wherever they had come from.
Those disciples who were only halfway there had no choice but to turn back unwillingly.
A good show had ended before they could even see it.
Those who came.
Those who didn't.
Those who climbed the peak and those who didn't—everyone was utterly confused, as if lost in a thick fog.
After a short while.
Before the towering Sky Gate.
Only the original six people and the three Guest Elders remained.
They continued to quietly study the Sky Gate, their thoughts running deep.
The Fifth Patriarch in green robes took the initiative to walk up to Ruan Hao and bowed with cupped hands. "Master Ruan."
"Fifth Patriarch!"
"You are a master forger. Can you see any clues?"
Everyone's gaze gathered on him simultaneously, their eyes half-filled with daze and half-filled with expectation.
Ruan Hao lowered his eyes for a moment before looking back up at the sky beyond. He spoke with hesitation, "That sword intent... it doesn't look like it was slashed out by a person..."
"Master Ruan, stop beating around the bush. There are no outsiders here, just say it," Ye Xianyu said.
Ruan Hao showed a difficult expression and said uncertainly, "In my view, that sword intent seems more like the sword intent released by a blade itself when we master forgers forge a truly great sword."
The others knitted their brows and looked down in thought.
Though they were not master forgers, every person present, aside from Ruan Hao, was a great cultivator at the tribulation transcendence stage—existences standing at the peak of the mortal world.
They had naturally heard a little of what Ruan Hao was talking about.
Legend had it.
Whenever a famous sword manifested in the world, it would be accompanied by a companion sword intent.
Just like when a human child is born.
They would let out a cry.
To tell the world: I am here.
This companion sword intent was like the voice of the sword, telling the world that it had arrived...
Only.
The sword intent just now was too exaggerated.
Setting aside its power.
Just its sword momentum alone—piercing through the sky like a rainbow and entering the Star Sea in a mere instant.
A single strike like that.
Was enough to rival a full-power strike from anyone present.
To be able to release such sword intent at its birth.
They did not dare imagine what kind of sword this truly was.
For it to be this terrifying.
"Could it be a divine sword?" someone whispered.
Ruan Hao's eyes shone brightly. "It can only be a divine sword. It is definitely not the might of an immortal sword... I think a new divine sword might have been born within the Sword Mound!"
Where did the swords in the Sword Mound come from?
No one knew.
They only knew that the swords inside were inexhaustible, and the swords birthed their own spirits.
Within the Wendao Sword Sect, there were many theories about it.
The most common saying was that the Sword Mound was a sword furnace, where swords were nurtured and born from the spiritual qi of heaven and earth.
Now, hearing Ruan Hao speak this way.
Everyone felt it was plausible. It matched their previous guesses perfectly.
The Sword Mound had glowed with light twice, and today it had shaken the world. It was highly likely that a magnificent divine sword had been born inside.
"What Master Ruan says makes some sense. At least it explains things."
"If it's true, this is a great thing! Haha!"
Lei Yunche said in a heavy voice, "Not necessarily!"
"A divine sword being born in the Sword Mound isn't a good thing?"
Ye Xianyu grumbled in a low voice, "Of course a divine sword being born is a good thing. But being born in the Sword Mound is the same as it not existing at all..."
"Uh..."
The crowd fell silent. It was true—even if it existed, it was useless to them.
Immortal swords were already a once-in-a-thousand-year sight.
A divine sword?
That was a pipe dream.
Ruan Hao said solemnly, "If a divine sword truly manifested in Fanzhou, it would likely cause a Star Sea Anomaly. If those with ulterior motives see it, they might deduce some clues. When that time comes, this 'good thing' might very well become trouble..."
According to the records in books.
Whenever a heavy artifact.
Descended upon the mortal world.
An anomaly would surely occur in the Star Sea.
At that time.
Among the demons, beasts, spirits, and the Three Sects, there would surely be star-reading experts who would deduce and observe.
If they found out.
That a heavy artifact had been born in the Wendao Sword Sect, some people would inevitably harbor wicked thoughts.
The youth in green robes sighed. "Indeed. A man's wealth is his undoing. This truth remains unchanged through the ages."
Lei Yunche crossed his arms. "Senior Brother, there's no need to worry. So what if they deduce it? What if they know? I bet they don't have the guts to come and steal it."
Ye Xianyu turned into a little fangirl and echoed, "Exactly! If they dare come, we'll just blast them all with lightning."
Lei Yunche grinned. "Spot on!"
The others shook their heads and smiled, not saying much more.
Indeed.
The Wendao Sword Sect had the confidence to stand even if the whole world were its enemy.
They feared those people might have the heart but not the courage.
However, the youth in green robes did not think so. As the strongest person in the Wendao Sword Sect and the first-generation disciple with the deepest seniority.
He considered far more than they did.
Yet he also curled his lips into a smile and said perfunctorily, "Alright, if there's nothing else, you all head back to the Ancestral Peak."
"What about you, Senior Brother?"
The youth in green robes looked up at the horizon and said softly, "I'll stay behind and watch a bit longer..."
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