89: Chapter 89 The Avici Heart Sword, the Demon-Slaying Sword

"Teacher, how is the refining of the sword-casting materials progressing?"

Hun Tiandi looked at the mieyuan furnace, where the Ziwei Heavenly Fire was blazing and the furnace was radiating a scorching heat. He turned to look at Elder Dan and inquired.

"The abyssal blue crystal, nether blood crystal, and all the auxiliary materials have been successfully smelted. Now, only the Void Ancient Dragon's horn remains..."

Elder Dan said with a smile, thinking that this cheap disciple of his was truly extraordinary.

Not to mention that the abyssal blue crystal and nether blood crystal were extremely rare, even all the auxiliary materials were of the highest grade.

What surprised him most was that pair of dark-purple Dragon Horns, which could be called one of a kind.

This pair of dark-purple Dragon Horns came from the dragon corpse of the Void Ancient Dragon Clan, the supreme family of magical beasts. This clan was born with control over spatial power and could travel freely through the void.

The population of the Ancient Dragon Clan was small, but every member was powerful. They lived on the Dragon Island, which was hidden within the starry sky.

It was extremely secretive.

When members of such a race reached the end of their lifespan, they would return to Dragon Island and enter the Dragon Tomb to await the moment of their death.

It was nearly impossible for a clansman to be left wandering outside.

But his disciple had done it; he had obtained a pair of Void Ancient Dragon horns to use for forging a weapon. It was too extravagant.

If Dan Chenzi knew that Hun Tiandi also had an eighth-tier Void Dragon Pearl in his possession, who knew what his reaction would be.

Hun Tiandi nodded slightly.

With a wave of Elder Dan's large sleeve, the dark-purple Dragon Horns fell into the mieyuan furnace. Hun Tiandi spoke up, "Teacher, be careful. These Dragon Horns likely contain residual aura from the magical beast. Beware of a backlash..."

The Ziwei Heavenly Fire surged, its terrifying purple flames burning as it refined the horns, while the residual aura of the magical beast within them resisted...

Hun Tiandi knew these horns did not belong to an ordinary magical beast and would likely not be easily subdued.

Earlier, when decomposing the magical beast's body, he had already sensed traces of a tyrannical and violent aura. Clearly, refining such a powerful aura would be no easy task.

If one were unprepared, they might instead be eroded by the magical beast's tyrannical aura.

Once it invaded the mind, it could invisibly change a person...

"No matter!" Elder Dan said confidently.

Thump... Thump...

Suddenly, the mieyuan furnace vibrated incessantly, and muffled groans echoed through the hall like a lightning tribulation.

"Eh, a trace of an Ancient Dragon's soul?" Elder Dan's soul power surged out and entered the mieyuan furnace, where he saw a cluster of purple light roaring and battering against the furnace.

"Presumptuous..." Elder Dan barked, his aged hand forming a claw as he prepared to suppress and kill it.

"Wait, Teacher, let your disciple handle it!" Hun Tiandi spoke solemnly.

Hearing this, Elder Dan's hand jerked to a halt. His gaze fell upon Hun Tiandi's thin frame, and after a moment of contemplation, he lowered his hand.

"Come then, let me see just what kind of majesty the legendary Void Ancient Dragon possesses."

A cold light flickered in Hun Tiandi's eyes. His hands shifted into a new seal, his eyes closed slightly, and a majestic surge of soul power erupted from his sea of consciousness, spreading outward.

Finally, it condensed within the mieyuan furnace and began to wrap around the Dragon Horns.

Rumble!

The moment his soul power touched the Dragon Horns, a dull sound like thunder echoed in his mind. Then, his spirit trembled, and the scene before him changed abruptly.

This was a purple world without a hint of life. Hun Tiandi's soul power manifested in mid-air.

He frowned slightly, scanning his surroundings.

"Is this the world within the Dragon Horns?" Hun Tiandi muttered to himself.

The surroundings vibrated slightly as wisps of mist, as translucent as purple jade, flowed slowly and condensed into a purple orb of light. Hun Tiandi was extremely cautious.

This was a battle of souls, different from a competition of Dou Qi.

Soul battles were fraught with danger; an injury could leave one an idiot at best, or dead at worst.

Within the purple orb of light, Hun Tiandi caught the scent of thick blood, filled with tyranny and cruelty—negative emotions.

Hmph!

The Soul Crimson Sword shook violently, and the negative emotions were strangled.

Hun Tiandi was born with powerful soul strength. Having just mastered the Soul Weapon Art, his soul power was only light red; he would need to devour countless souls to refine his soul power into a deep crimson.

Only then would the first stage of the Soul Weapon Art be considered complete.

Roar!

As Hun Tiandi steadied his mind, an earth-shattering dragon roar suddenly erupted from the purple light orb, a roar filled with violence and ferocity.

The pervasive purple mist seemed to be drawn by it, surging toward Hun Tiandi.

Watching the incoming purple mist, Hun Tiandi was startled. He activated his soul power, forming a defensive barrier around himself.

Just as the barrier formed to block the mist, the purple mist transformed in the blink of an eye into a massive, illusory purple dragon shadow. It was entirely purple, with a dragon head, body, claws, and tail...

Most terrifyingly, two purple suns appeared on the dragon's head, radiating a translucent purple light like a pair of horrifying beast pupils.

Roar!

The illusory dragon shadow solidified. Those cold eyes, filled with tyranny and ferocity, fixed on Hun Tiandi. It roared again, and waves of energy frantically battered his soul defense barrier.

Boom!

Upon contact, though it was an illusory energy impact, it immediately set off invisible ripples that spread outward.

This fierce collision shook Hun Tiandi's soul power, causing his mind to tremble as if it were on the verge of collapse.

Currently, he was in a soul state, but his soul power was still connected to his physical body outside, causing his body to tremble violently.

"The battle has begun?" Elder Dan said softly.

Hun Tiandi drew soul power to strengthen his defense. After steadying his mind, he realized with alarm that the purple mist was eroding his soul barrier...

A look of solemnity crossed his face. He snorted coldly in his heart, thinking, 'Good timing. I was just wanting to test the power of the Soul Weapon Art!'

Looking at the eroding purple mist, he suddenly felt an urge to try out the power of the Soul Weapon Art.

The illusory dragon shadow slammed into his soul defense again, just as before.

"Finally coming?"

Hun Tiandi sneered. He activated his Crimson Sword-shaped soul, and soul power surged forth, condensing into countless red Swords of the Soul that slashed toward the encroaching purple mist.

To others, these Crimson Swords of the Soul were invisible and formless, but to their master, Hun Tiandi, he could see each and every Crimson Sword clearly.

The sword-shaped soul vibrated, and countless pale-red Swords of the Soul shot out, forming a rain of swords that blanketed the eroding purple mist.

Within the purple mist, he could feel negative auras like darkness, cruelty, bloodlust, and tyranny rushing toward him.

The pale-red sword rain collided with the purple mist. The pale-red Swords of the Soul flickered, weaving a sword net that enveloped the mist.

"Slash... Slash..."

Hun Tiandi drove the Soul Weapon Art. As the sword rain slashed the purple dragon shadow, it rapidly dissolved, turning into a thin stream of soul power containing impurities.

Finally, it was sent back to his sea of consciousness. With a thought, he acted.

"God Refining Art, refine for me!"

With a single thought, he activated the God Refining Art, absorbing this thin soul power and converting it into pure soul energy, which was then absorbed by the pale-red Swords of the Soul.

Hun Tiandi immediately felt his soul power growing and his Soul Weapon Art advancing.

The soul power refined by the God Refining Art was devoid of impurities; it was the purest substance.

"Hmph, no matter how powerful you were in life, you are now just a mindless trace of an Ancient Dragon Soul. Die for me!"

"Crimson Sword, slay the dragon shadow."

Hun Tiandi's eyes were cold as he drove the Crimson Swords of the Soul to strangle the illusory dragon shadow.

The illusory dragon shadow became restless, as if sensing danger, and began to dodge and flee in all directions.

Swish... Swish...

Under Hun Tiandi's control, the Crimson Swords turned into a rain of swords that pursued the purple mist with homing precision. After each kill, the God Refining Art operated continuously to refine its power.