Chapter 1446 - 1446 Essence Life Sword, Great Sun Heaven Suppression Technique (2)
1446 Essence Life Sword, Great Sun Heaven Suppression Technique (2)
The human race, possessing powerful weapon refining techniques, how could they not rise?
“Ten Thousand Magnificence Immortal Dynasty.”
If the Mystic Spirit Immortal Dynasty, which rose through alchemy and refining, had reached such a state. What would the Ten Thousand Immortal Dynasty, supported by the power of the Heavenly Dao, look like as it suppressed the Mystic Spirit Immortal Dynasty?
Most likely, the Ten Thousand Magnificence Immortal Dynasty was controlled by Immortal Venerable Chen Yuan, and he was the Heavenly Emperor of the dynasty.
After cultivating for countless years in the Great Desolate Ruins Realm, he finally established a dominant position. His planning must have been profound.
Oppression and hunting of the Golden Crow clan were just the first steps. Ultimately, what he desired was the divine soul of the Grand Sun Golden Crow.
Han Muye looked up at the sky outside the stone house.
The sun was mighty and warm.
That was the divine soul of the Golden Crow.
However, not to mention himself, even Immortal Venerable Chen Yuan did not have the ability to pluck the divine soul from the Nine Heavens.
There were many True Spirit experts in the Great Desolate, but none could contend with the Grand Sun Golden Crow.
“Sever bloodline inheritance and stir the divine soul of the Grand Sun Golden Crow.
“If the Golden Crow falls to the Nine Heavens, Immortal Venerable Chen Yuan will have a chance to attack.”
Han Muye looked at the sky and whispered.
So, the greatest enemy of the Golden Crow clan in the future would be the Ten Thousand Magnificence Immortal Dynasty.
Immortal Venerable Chen Yuan had come to the Great Desolate Ruins Realm for so many years and had accumulated countless experts. Thinking about confronting such a powerhouse was a terrifying prospect.
Fortunately, Han Muye himself had no intention of conflicting with Immortal Lord Chen Yuan. The one seeking the divine soul of the Grand Sun Golden Crow was Yang Dingtian.
However, he and Yang Dingtian were allies, and in the end, he might still have to face Immortal Venerable Chen Yuan.
Thinking about these things was still too distant. What he needed to do now was to enhance the strength of the clan and elevate his own power in this realm.
In the Great Desolate, only his true body could come. If he fell here, he would truly die.
Looking at the broken spear in his hand, Han Muye smiled.
“Let’s start by changing the strength of the clan.”
In his palm, a golden flame rose.
Golden Crow Divine Flame, a divine fire on the same level as Phoenix Nirvana Fire.
Even the Mystic Heaven Divine Fire fell short of the Golden Crow Divine Flame.
The Golden Crow Divine Flame wrapped around the broken spear, and the green wooden staff was instantly ignited before turning into ashes.
Only the golden true spirit patterns on the staff remained, accompanied by faint flowing light.
The spear tip turned fiery red, reflecting the power circulating in the void.
In the vast wilderness, there was boundless power.
This was the origin power.
Who would dare to imagine that the origin power that an Immortal Venerable expert was desperately searching for was actually everywhere in the vast void world?
Han Muye didn’t know if this origin power was real or illusory, but with the help of the Golden Crow Divine Flame, he could completely absorb the origin power and use it to refine weapons.
Flames rose and wrapped around the spear tip.
After a hundred breaths, the entire spear tip began to melt, and the True Spirit Divine Pattern on it began to break.
Without the stable form of the divine patterns, the spear tip turned into red molten iron.
There were not many other spiritual materials mixed in the spear tip. The Green Sun Cold Iron was the main material.
The divine flames calcined and the impurities were removed. The molten iron in Han Muye’s palm slowly turned into a foot-long short sword.
The flames converged, leaving only a trace of his fingertip.
The power of the essence spirit within his body was activated, and the flame at his fingertips condensed into a golden-red needle, constantly moving on the short sword.
Golden spirit patterns emerged.
Han Muye didn’t have many true spirit patterns at his disposal.
But it was enough to forge a short sword.
At his current cultivation level of the seventh level of the Essence Soul, the power he invoked to engrave the spirit patterns directly elevated this short sword to the level of a peak spiritual treasure.
However, in the Great Desolate, weapons of this level were only slightly stronger than ordinary ones.
They couldn’t have spirituality.
But the sturdiness of this short sword and the attribute means generated by the spirit patterns were a hundred times more powerful than the previous spearhead.
“The sword is one foot three inches long, weighing two and a half pounds, forged entirely from the Green Sun Cold Iron and refined with the Mystic Sun Heaven Fusion Technique.”
“Engrave five true spirit patterns to evoke the thunder and lightning of heaven and earth and stabilize the sword’s body.”
Looking at the sparkling and translucent short sword in his hand, harboring the power of thunder and scorching sun, Han Muye murmured softly.
“This sword was the first sword I refined in the Great Desolate.
“This sword is like my rebirth. Let’s call it the Essence Life Sword.”
As if sensing Han Muye’s words, the short sword gently vibrated.
Swirling the sword in a delicate pattern, he inserted the short sword into his sleeve, and Han Muye walked out of the stone house.
Outside the stone house, following the mountain slope, there was a low earth building.
In the flat area ahead, the members of the Golden Crow clan sat around, with some food placed in front of them, all excitedly chatting.
Seeing Han Muye coming out of the stone house, Han Jin, who was standing on the side, quickly bowed.
“Young Patriarch, to celebrate the repulsion of the Black Panther clan and your return from seclusion, the elders have arranged a feast.”
Han Jin reported respectfully.
Han Muye looked at the bonfire in the square, where a half-length wild boar hung. It had been washed and stripped, roasted on the bonfire, crackling, and exuding a fragrant aroma.
A group of half-grown children gathered around the bonfire, their faces beaming with joy.
“You are called Han Jin, right? How’s the recent hunting harvest in the clan?” Han Muye walked towards the square while speaking.
Unexpectedly, Han Muye recognized him, and Han Jin was stunned, nodding quickly. “I am Han Jin.”
“Recently, the harvest has not been very good.”
“Firstly, the weather has turned colder, and the beasts in the mountains and forests rarely come out. Secondly, our hunting grounds are not many.”
There was a hint of oppression in Han Jin’s voice.
The hunting grounds of their clan were only the area around Han Mountain, which was not enough for the clan’s hunting.
Han Muye patted Han Jin’s shoulder and said softly, “Don’t worry, everything will be fine.”