146: Reforging the third natal magic weapon

"What is the New Master doing?"

In the distance, the hall spirit's light and shadow flickered wildly, nearly dissolving.

It couldn't understand.

Having lived for ten thousand years and inherited the vast knowledge of the Five Elements True Lord, it still couldn't comprehend the scene before its eyes.

Artifact Refining is about smelting, Fusion, and carving formation patterns.

But what was Shen Yuanmo doing?

He actually wanted to forcibly extract the core power of the Law from the divine liquid?

What is Law?

It is the cornerstone of the world, the physical embodiment of rules.

It can only be comprehended, never touched.

Its Old Master, the Five Elements True Lord at the Great Perfection of Nascent Soul Stage, could only invoke it, not control it.

Yet this New Master actually wanted to twist the Law as if it were a ball of hemp thread?!

"Madman."

"The New Master is truly an out-and-out madman!"

This was the only thought left in the hall spirit's mind; every time, this New Master managed to shatter its understanding of madness.

Shen Yuanmo was completely unaware of the hall spirit's horror.

His mind had transformed into an invisible sharp knife, piercing into the silver Divine Liquid.

Insight into Origin!

His vision shifted.

The silver Divine Liquid before him was no longer liquid.

It was a world woven from countless threads shimmering with golden light.

Every thread radiated an aura of sharpness and immortality.

They were the Origin that constituted the [Nine Heavens Secret Silver]—the Geng Metal Law!

"Found it."

The divine light in Shen Yuanmo's eyes condensed.

His Divine Sense, transformed into millions of tentacles, wrapped around the thickest and brightest thread.

Then, he exerted force!

And pulled it outward!

"Get out, now!"

Boom!

The moment his Divine Sense pulled the Law, a terrifying Sword Intent surged back along the connection, fiercely counterattacking!

That wasn't pain.

It was a sense of slicing.

Millions of invisible small swords frantically stabbed, sliced, and strangled within his Sea of Consciousness.

His Divine Soul felt like a piece of rags being repeatedly sliced.

"Pfft!"

Shen Yuanmo's body shook violently, and a mouthful of congested blood sprayed out, splashing onto the ground before him, making "hissing" sounds and corroding small pits.

The color completely drained from his face.

"What an overbearing Geng Metal Law."

Shen Yuanmo wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth; there was no pain in his eyes, only a flicker of excited ruthlessness.

If he wanted to drag it out of the cradle where it had existed for countless years, it would naturally resist.

This was fair.

"But, a mere inanimate Law dares to run wild inside my head?"

"Be suppressed!"

Within the Sea of Consciousness, the ninth-grade golden lotus burst open.

Ten thousand rays of golden light swept out like mercury pouring across the ground.

Vast Buddhist chanting echoed through his Divine Soul.

The rampant Geng Metal Sword Intent was instantly suppressed and immobilized, like spring snow meeting the scorching sun.

At the same time.

The Divine Soul Sword, forged from countless Sword Intents, rang out as it was unsheathed.

It did not meet the attack.

Instead, it fiercely slashed down upon the thread of the Geng Metal Law that had been locked by his Divine Sense!

What it cut was not the Law itself.

But the untamed "Will" born within the Law!

"Woo..."

A mournful cry originating from ancient times sounded.

The violent resisting Will on the Geng Metal Law thread was completely severed at its root by this single sword strike.

It no longer struggled.

Like a thoroughly tamed lone wolf, it was obediently drawn out of the silver Divine Liquid, bit by bit, by Shen Yuanmo's Divine Sense.

Buzz—

The moment that golden thread, several zhang long and entirely condensed from pure Geng Metal Law, completely separated from the Divine Liquid and appeared in the sea of fire.

An unparalleled sharpness swept through the entire great hall!

No sword marks appeared on the indestructible walls.

Instead, the ancient formation patterns constantly flowing on the walls dimmed their light on their own, as if encountering a sovereign, showing submission.

"Success!"

Shen Yuanmo clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white, but a hint of manic laughter uncontrollably rose at the corner of his mouth.

He had done it.

He had completed this second step, one that was unprecedented and perhaps would never be repeated.

He had truly stripped the Law from the material substance.

The tearing sensation emanating from his Divine Soul now felt like a medal earned after defeating a powerful enemy.

He swallowed a Medicinal Pill, pausing for not even a moment, and cast his gaze toward the second mass of Divine Liquid.

That liquid, transformed from the [Heart of Jianmu], was jade-green and filled with endless vitality.

"Again!"

This time, the backlash was no longer sharp Sword Intent.

But a savage growth.

Endless vines grew wildly in his Sea of Consciousness, threatening to burst his Divine Soul and assimilate it into nutrients.

Shen Yuanmo followed the same procedure.

Golden Lotus suppressed, Divine Sword severed the Will!

The second thread, the Wood Law, entirely jade-green and radiating vigorous vitality, was successfully extracted!

...The third thread, originating from the [Nine Nether Dark Iron], was like a black Nether River, filled with deathly silence and Reincarnation.

The fourth thread, the Fire Origin from the Li family's Golden Core, was explosive like a furious Dragon.

The fifth thread, originating from the Earth Origin, was heavy like a mountain range.

Time flowed by during these repeated painful conquests.

Half a month later.

Shen Yuanmo's face was as pale as a transparent sheet of paper, and his figure appeared somewhat withered.

Every extraction was an act of conquest and the slow slicing of his Divine Soul.

If not for the ninth-grade golden lotus protecting his Origin, any Nascent Soul True Lord here would have long since suffered Divine Soul collapse and been reduced to an idiot.

But he endured it.

His gaze fell upon the last mass of Divine Liquid.

It was the purest and most familiar mass of Fire Origin, transformed from his Lifebound Treasure, the crimson sun sword.

When his Divine Sense probed into it.

There was no backlash.

Only a wave of reverence, closeness, and even a hint of grievance was transmitted.

It was welcoming his arrival.

Shen Yuanmo's heart softened, and his Divine Sense transformed into a hand, gently stroking the fiery red thread connected to his Divine Soul.

Then, effortlessly, he guided it out of the Divine Liquid.

At this point.

Six threads of Law, each a different color, quietly floated in the sea of fire before him.

The sharpness of Metal, the vitality of Wood, the Reincarnation of Water, the explosiveness of Fire, and the weight of Earth.

As well as the Sword Origin that pulsed like a heart and was connected to his Bloodline.

They resembled six living True Dragons, slowly swimming before him, distinct yet subtly echoing one another.

"The final step..."

Shen Yuanmo looked at these six creations, which represented half a month of his effort, and his eyes shone with unprecedented light.

Laws as threads, Divine Soul as the knife.

It was time to forge the sword.

He was about to activate his Divine Sense and weave the six Laws together according to the sword design he had already deduced.

But right at this moment.

A sudden change occurred!

At the wound on his palm, which had been split open when he consumed the extraterrestrial meteoritic iron.

That patch of skin, which had long since healed, suddenly split open without warning!

A thread of black, deeper than night and more silent than the Void Realm... slowly emerged from his flesh and blood.

That was not a Law.

It was a "Concept" that was pure, savage, and filled with the meaning of devouring and ending.

The moment it appeared, the six threads of Law floating around it simultaneously let out a mournful cry, instinctively trying to flee!

Shen Yuanmo's pupils suddenly constricted.

His gaze was fixed unmovingly on that seventh, uninvited black thread.