The so-called Sword Dao and Sword Intent were all illusions. They could only be carried by using a medium.
The blade itself was a type of medium, while divine power, void power, and even the even more profound derivative power were the means of carrying and materializing.
However, the scene before him really shocked Jian Wushuang.
These Sword Intents did not have the will of the master, nor did they have a way to guide them. They only had the blade itself as a medium.
However, they were actually refined and materialized into droplets of silver-white water.
And these Sword Intent water droplets dripped from the sky into the abyss at the same time.
As the temperature was terrifyingly hot, the magma here was a strange purplish-red.
Even the temperature of the real sun's core could not be compared to this purplish-red magma. It was really too hot.
These rain-like Sword Intents did not drip into the magma after falling. Instead, they gathered together as if there was something guiding them.
It was only at this moment that Jian Wushuang discovered that under the abyss, in the center of the magma, there was actually a cauldron.
This cauldron seemed to be burning fiercely, as if it was refining and creating a brilliant sun. Tens of thousands of golden rays overflowed from the cauldron that was tightly sealed. It was extremely dazzling.
Those Sword Intents that were like water droplets were all guided into the cauldron.
At the same time, another 10,000-foot-tall figure attracted Jian Wushuang's attention.
At the side of the cauldron, a 10,000-foot-tall figure with a bare upper body held an iron hammer in his hand. Without any emotion, he hammered on a scarlet sword embryo, causing sparks to fly everywhere.
Such a soul-stirring scene made Jian Wushuang feel a faint feeling of blood boiling.
There was no complexity of Sword Dao or Sword Intent. There was only pure iron and fire.
The sword-maker needed great perseverance and great comprehension to forge a sword that could seize the fortune of heaven and earth.
This fusion of iron and fire was the most breathtaking.
Jian Wushuang only came back to his senses after she called him twice or thrice.
"Brother Jian, let's watch at a close distance together?" The young emperor smiled and said.
Suppressing the restlessness in his heart, Jian Wushuang slowly said, "Okay."
The two Derived Immortals floated into the abyss.
The massive figure wielding the hammer didn't sense the presence of an outsider at all, and was completely focused on the crimson sword embryo.
Jian Wushuang felt the derivative force on the surface of his body start to burn when he stepped on the land that was floating on the lava like a lonely boat.
"Bei Chun, I'm here." The young Imperial Emperor spoke in a clear voice with a rare smile in his eyes.
After the massive figure struck the sword embryo with a heavy hammer, it stopped its mechanical hammer and turned to look at Han Li.
His face was dyed black by iron filings, and his facial features were almost indistinguishable.
However, Jian Wushuang then saw a row of shiny teeth.
"Brother Yan."
The young Empyrean Emperor laughed. "I thought you had turned silly from all that hammering. So you still remember me."
The massive figure shrunk to a normal height in a few breaths, and then quickly walked forward.
His upper body was bare, and his well-proportioned skin was covered with flowing cloud and water patterns, looking extremely mysterious and profound.
"Brother Yan, how do you have the time to come here? I remember that it wasn't long before you came here." The figure covered with flowing cloud and water patterns scratched his head and said.
The young Empyrean Emperor said helplessly, "It has been a year since I last came to see you. This time, it's the Heavenly Court Feast again."
"Another year has passed, and I don't feel anything." The figure smacked his lips and said, "I don't know when my master will come back."
"He will be back soon. You just need to wait quietly." The young Empyrean Emperor raised his eyebrows and smiled, then he placed his hand on Jian Wushuang's shoulder. "Let me introduce you, Brother Jian, Jian Wushuang."
"Ding Beichun." The black-faced figure also grinned and cupped his hands.
Jian Wushuang responded with a smile. Deep in his heart, he felt that the guy in front of him, who had a mouth full of white teeth, was not as difficult to get along with as he had imagined.
Looking at the churning sea of lava, the young Empyrean Emperor said, "Beichun, it has been a few years. It's time for you to go out and travel. After all, you have been here alone for too long."
The young man named Ding Beichun wiped the iron shavings on his face and said, "I will prepare to leave when my master comes to pick me up. Now, I can concentrate on forging a sword. I will forge a scabbard for my master."
Jian Wushuang was slightly surprised. He did not expect Ding Beichun to only forge a scabbard.
When he thought of this, he could not help but ask, "The materials and sword intent in this cauldron are all prepared for forging a scabbard?"
Ding Beichun nodded. "That's right. These things are not worthy of my master. I might as well reluctantly make them into a scabbard for my master."
Jian Wushuang opened his mouth but did not say anything. There was a bitter smile at the corner of his mouth.
Ding Beichun's words were too shocking. There were so many supreme sword intents, but they were only suitable for forging a scabbard …
The young Empyrean Emperor also had a natural expression, which indirectly confirmed Ding Beichun's words.
"That's right, Beichun, I came this time because I have a request." The young Empyrean Emperor said, "Brother Jian, one of your swords is broken. Can you repair and forge it?"
Ding Beichun did not hesitate. "Of course. Can you let me see the broken sword?"
Jian Wushuang nodded and then drew the Tai Luo Divine Sword from his waist.
The sword was unsheathed and let out a clear cry. Although the sword was broken in the middle, it did not affect the sharp intent that shot into the sky.
Ding Beichun's eyes suddenly lit up. He took the broken Tai Luo Divine Sword and carefully looked it over. Then, he said, "It's too unbelievable. Such an extraordinary sword actually contains great luck."
Jian Wushuang nodded in his heart. It seemed that Ding Beichun was a true sword forging master. He was able to acutely sense the luck in the Tai Luo Divine Sword at the first moment.
As one of the seven supreme ancestral weapons in the divine power universe, the Tai Luo Divine Sword naturally contained extremely terrifying luck.
This was also why Jian Wushuang still carried the Tai Luo Divine Sword by his side even though it was broken. Luck was a mysterious thing. It controlled too much of the will of the great dao and could deepen one's comprehension during meditation.
"How is it? Can it be completely repaired?" The young Empyrean Emperor asked.
Ding Beichun held the Tai Luo Divine Sword tightly and nodded repeatedly. "Absolutely. To be able to repair such a sword is another kind of comprehension for me in sword forging."
The young Empyrean Emperor nodded. "Then I'll leave it to you. If it's not repaired, I'll hold you responsible."
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