239: Chapter 238 Let's still call it [Destiny] then.

"Let's begin."

It was high noon, the time when Yang Qi was at its peak.

Su Lin abruptly opened his eyes and gave a low shout.

"Ignite the fire!"

Luo Ximei was the first to act.

Her hands formed Seals, and her platinum heterochromatic eye shone brilliantly.

A burst of Demonic Fire, interwoven with black and white, erupted from her palm, instantly enveloping the entire Sword-Casting Furnace.

This flame was extremely overbearing; as soon as it appeared, the surrounding space began to warp from the heat.

But Luo Ximei controlled it perfectly; though the flames were fierce, they remained confined within the furnace chamber without a trace of leakage.

"Cast the gold!"

With a wave of Su Lin's hand, the fist-sized piece of chaos immortal gold turned into a streak of golden light and flew into the furnace.

Upon entering the fire, the immortal gold didn't melt like ordinary metal. Instead, it let out a piercing screech, and countless ancient runes surfaced on its exterior, actually resisting the Demonic Fire's calcination!

"Hmph, what a tough nut to crack!"

Luo Ximei snorted coldly, beads of sweat appearing on her forehead.

"Melt!"

She increased the output of Devilish Qi, and the black-and-white flames instantly turned from dark red to pure white, the temperature skyrocketing again.

Finally.

After enduring for the time it takes an incense stick to burn, the chaos immortal gold began to soften, turning into a mass of golden liquid metal rolling within the flames.

"Hong Ling! Hammer!"

Su Lin shouted.

"Coming!"

Su Hongling had long since grown impatient waiting.

She wasn't holding a hammer because, to her, no hammer was harder or more useful than her own fists.

She leaped up and hovered above the Sword-Casting Furnace.

The power of her blood and Qi exploded, and a massive red phantom of a god-demon appeared behind her.

"Melt into it for me!!"

She threw a punch!

This punch contained no spiritual power, only the pure Law of strength!

Clang!!!

The wind from her punch was like a hammer, slamming fiercely into the mass of golden liquid metal, driving it toward the destiny sword hovering nearby.

Hum!

The destiny sword let out a wail, its body trembling violently as if unable to withstand this terrifying power.

"Steady!"

Su Lin's Divine Sense was fully unleashed, firmly protecting the sword's body while guiding the golden liquid to seep bit by bit into the blade.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Su Hongling was like a tireless blacksmith.

Every punch she landed carried the force of a thousand thunderclaps.

Every punch drove the chaos immortal gold deeper into the sword embryo while also hammering out the original Impurities within the blade.

Sparks flew, and the sound of metal clashing rang out.

It was a contest of strength and will.

Sweat trickled down Su Hongling's cheeks and dripped into the furnace, evaporating instantly.

Her arms were already trembling slightly, but her eyes grew brighter and brighter.

"Again!!"

On the other side.

Chu Weiwei was focusing all her attention on a huge jade vat in front of her.

Inside the vat, a multicolored liquid bubbled; it was the "Sword Quenching Fluid" she had formulated using over a thousand types of rare Materials.

"Add a bit of Dragon Blood Grass... then a bit of Cold Marrow... and this, Ten-Thousand-Year Stone Milk..."

Like a mad alchemist, she kept adding various Materials.

With every addition, the color of the liquid shifted, and the fluctuations it emitted became increasingly terrifying.

"Done!"

Finally, when the liquid turned a perfect purple-gold, Chu Weiwei wiped her sweat and shouted.

"Revered Master! The medicine is ready!"

At this moment.

On the sword-casting platform, the destiny sword had completely changed its appearance.

The originally simple and dull blade was now golden all over, covered in natural cloud patterns and emitting a suffocating immortal aura.

The chaos immortal gold had been completely fused!

"Quench!"

Su Lin's gaze sharpened, and he gestured with his hands.

The scorching golden sword, radiating terrifying heat, was like a fire dragon as it plunged straight into the jade vat Chu Weiwei had prepared.

The sword entered the medicinal liquid.

Instantly, purple smoke rose into the sky, shrouding the entire back mountain in a haze.

The sound was like the screams of countless ghosts, yet also like the cries of dragons and phoenixes.

"Qingxue! Seal it!"

This final step was the most crucial.

If the medicinal power and Sword Qi weren't locked in instantly, the sword would explode due to an energy imbalance.

"Understood."

Mu Qingxue, who had been building up her power, snapped her eyes open.

Her eyes were composed entirely of ice crystals.

She pressed both hands against the jade vat.

"Absolute... Zero."

Crack, crack, crack!

A white cold wave erupted instantly.

The boiling medicinal liquid, the scorching sword body, and even the rising smoke were all... frozen in that instant.

The entire jade vat was frozen into a massive block of Ice Essence.

And in the center of the Ice Essence, the golden sword was like a sealed divine Dragon, maintaining its most perfect posture.

The extreme alternation of cold and heat.

The perfect Fusion of medicinal power and metal.

"Since it's a Natal Immortal Sword, it needs to have a bit of a bloodthirsty nature."

Squelch!

She bit her wrist without hesitation.

The blood didn't fall; instead, she controlled it with her demonic power, condensing it into a dark green blood bead that radiated intense vitality and devouring power.

That was the Origin essence blood of the Abyssal Devouring clan!

It contained the terrifying talent of devouring all things and nourishing oneself!

"Go!"

Ye You flicked her finger.

The blood bead turned into a streak of light, accurately shooting toward the Ice Essence that was already covered in cracks.

Boom!

The moment the blood bead touched the Ice Essence, it was like a red-hot iron being thrown into a snowdrift.

The originally indestructible Mystic Ice instantly melted into a large hole, and the blood bead drilled through the opening, dripping directly onto the golden sword blade.

The sword body vibrated violently.

If the previous sword chime was the vibration of metal, then now, there was a hint of breathing in the sound.

Like a sleeping infant, it was awakened by this drop of wild and vital essence blood.

The golden cloud patterns on the sword began to flow, and a touch of eerie dark green appeared within the originally pure golden light.

It was no longer a dead object.

It was alive.

Bang!!!

The Ice Essence completely shattered.

Ice crystals flew everywhere as if a blizzard had struck.

In the center of the wind and snow, a long sword hovered.

It no longer had its previous simple appearance.

The sword body was slender and dark gold all over, with black-and-white demonic patterns, blood-colored veins, icy frost flowers, and purple poison marks flowing upon it.

These vastly different powers, under the embrace of the chaos immortal gold, had actually reached a strange and perfect balance.

"What a fine sword!"

Su Lin's eyes flashed with brilliant light.

He could feel that this sword had established an unprecedentedly close connection with his Divine Soul.

But it wasn't over yet.

The moment the sword was completed, the sky, which had been sealed by Cold Moon's Imperial Dao Dragon Qi, suddenly changed color.

Dark clouds gathered, and thunder rolled.

A suffocating heavenly might, piercing through layers of Formations, locked onto the sword on the casting platform.

Artifact Tribulation!

When a true divine weapon is born, it must face the envy of the heavens!

"Revered Master! I can't hold it back anymore!"

Cold Moon's face was pale; although she was at the Early Stage of Mahayana and had the help of Imperial Dao Dragon Qi, this was a Heavenly Tribulation of the Immortal Artifact level, its power no less than the Lightning Tribulation of a Cultivator's Ascension!

"This tribulation lightning... carries the Law of destruction!"

"Withdraw the Formations!"

Su Lin shouted.

"Let it strike!"

"What?!" The disciples were shocked.

"This sword fuses the power of all of you. If it can't even withstand this mere Heavenly Tribulation, then it's not worthy of being my, Su Lin's, natal sword!"

Su Lin's figure flickered, and he retreated a hundred yards away.

"Everyone, back away!"

Cold Moon gritted her teeth and withdrew the imperial Seal.

Without the obstruction, the tribulation clouds in the sky instantly pressed down, appearing almost within reach.

A purple bolt of lightning, like an angry thunder dragon, roared as it charged toward the hovering sword.

Boom!

The lightning struck the sword body.

But the expected scene of the sword being destroyed and the person dying didn't happen.

Instead, the sword let out an excited hum.

The dark green patterns on the sword lit up—that was Ye You's Abyssal Devouring talent.

Devour!

That terrifying tribulation lightning was actually sucked into the sword like noodles!

"Holy crap! Who does this sword take after? It's so gluttonous?!"

Su Hongling's eyes widened. "This is too fierce, right? It even eats lightning?"

The Heavenly Tribulation seemed to be provoked.

Nine consecutive divine thunders followed, each thicker and more vicious than the last, crashing down frantically.

But the sword was like a bottomless pit.

It accepted all comers!

The black-and-white demonic patterns lit up, neutralizing the hostility within the lightning;

The icy frost flowers flickered, cooling the lightning's high temperature;

The purple poison marks moved, corroding the lightning's Law;

And the chaos immortal gold of the sword itself was indestructible, tanking all physical impacts.

Finally.

When the last bolt of the Lightning Tribulation fell.

Not only was the sword unscathed, but it had also become even more radiant, with an additional purple lightning pattern on its body—the brand of the tamed Heavenly Tribulation.

Cloud dispersed, and the mist cleared.

Sunlight spilled down once more.

The sword circled in the air, letting out a cheerful light chime, then turned into a streak of light and headed straight for Su Lin.

It hovered in front of Su Lin, its body vibrating slightly as if acting spoiled or seeking credit.

Su Lin reached out and grasped the hilt.

Hum!

A feeling of being connected by blood arose spontaneously.

This sword was no longer a cold weapon but an extension of his own body.

"Good sword."

Su Lin lightly stroked the sword body, his eyes full of affection.

"Since you have had your Rebirth, let's still call you [destiny]."

"However..."

He looked at the multicolored patterns on the sword, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Isn't this design... a bit too gaudy?"

"How is it gaudy! This is called being a Major Achievement of everything!"

Su Hongling was the first to jump out, pointing at the dark golden pattern on the sword (that was her Law of strength).

"Look at these lines, how powerful they look! Without my tempering, could it be this hard?"

"Clearly, it's because my Demonic Fire refined it so well," Luo Ximei countered.

"My medicinal liquid was the key!" Chu Weiwei argued.

"My Bloodline is the Soul!" Ye You bared her teeth.

"My ice-sealing was what set the shape," Mu Qingxue said coldly.

Seeing these five disciples about to start arguing again, Su Lin shook his head helplessly.

With a flick of his wrist, the destiny sword turned into a streak of light and entered between his brows, going into his Sea of Consciousness for nourishment.

"Alright, stop arguing."

Su Lin turned around and looked at the mess left in the Forbidden Ground of the back mountain.

It had originally been a scenic valley, but now it had been churned into a massive deep pit, with scorched marks, frozen rubble, and holes corroded by poison everywhere.

"The sword is finished."

"But the back mountain is ruined."

"What a good sword."

Su Hongling couldn't help but praise it, her eyes burning with excitement.

"Old Man, what rank is this sword now?"

Su Lin reached out and grasped the hilt.

The blood-connected touch made his mind tremble.

"Rank?"

Su Lin smiled slightly, starlight flowing in his eyes.

"It has now surpassed the limits of rank."

"It is... a Half-Step Immortal Artifact."

"A Half-Step Immortal Artifact?!"

Everyone was shocked.

One must know that in this Lower Realm, top-grade Spirit Treasures were already peak existences, and Pseudo-Immortal Artifacts were the supreme treasures of various Holy Lands.

As for a Half-Step Immortal Artifact, that was a treasure that could only be born after a powerhouse who had survived the Ascension Lightning Tribulation nourished it with their own immortal essence for thousands of years!

"Want to try it?"

Luo Ximei raised an eyebrow, her eyes full of anticipation.

"Yes! Try it!"

Chu Weiwei joined in the excitement. "Revered Master, give it a swing! I want to see if my poison on the sword is powerful!"

Su Lin looked at this group of disciples who were eager for chaos, then looked at the brand-new destiny in his hand, and a surge of heroic spirit rose in his heart.

"Fine."

"Then I'll try one strike."

His figure flickered; he didn't strike from where he stood but instead teleported directly ten thousand feet into the sky.

High in the air, the Astral Winds were biting.

Su Lin stood in the void, his robes fluttering.

He didn't use any complex sword techniques; he simply held the sword with both hands and raised it above his head.

The Myriad Heavens Star Chart within his body slowly rotated, and the spiritual power of his Great Perfection of Integration Stage poured into the sword like a river into the sea.

Hum!

The five-colored patterns on the sword lit up simultaneously.

The red Law of strength, the black-and-white Demonic Path Origin, the purple Law of poison, the white Law of extreme cold, and the green Law of devouring.

Six vastly different powers, under the mediation of the chaos immortal gold, converged into a world-destroying sharpness.

"Slash!"

Su Lin gave a low shout and swung the sword.

Only a six-colored sword line as thin as a hair drifted lightly across the firmament.

However.

It was this single thin line.

That made everyone below feel a shudder from the depths of their Souls.

Rip—

The sky split open.

A spatial rift a hundred miles long spanned the horizon, like the heavens opening a pitch-black eye.

At the edges of that rift, the power of the six Laws lingered, frantically eroding the surrounding Void Realm and preventing the space from self-repairing.

This single strike had severed space and also severed the rules!

"Holy crap..."

Su Hongling looked up, her mouth wide open, not even noticing when the great sword in her hand fell onto her foot.

"This power... is more than three times stronger than my own full-force strike!"

"Naturally."

Luo Ximei squinted her eyes, her heterochromatic eye flashing with a blurred radiance.

"Within it is the Fusion of all our hard work..."

Hearing this, Chu Weiwei blushed and whispered, "Though it sounds mushy, it seems... she's right."

Su Lin looked at the result of that strike and nodded with satisfaction.

"Not bad."

"With this sword, even if I face a Late Stage Mahayana, I will have the power to fight."

With a flick of his wrist, destiny turned into a streak of light and entered between his brows, returning to his Sea of Consciousness for nourishment.

"Whew..."

He slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air and descended.

As soon as he landed, he was surrounded by his disciples.