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With Hong Ling's and Lian Chengyue's current strength, just relying on one person's strength would not be enough to complete the forging of the weapon. After all, the Kun Steel was the strongest divine iron in the world, and if one were to rely on one person's strength, the Heavenly Desolate Sacred Flame that was produced would find it difficult to melt the Kun Steel's crystal.

Without the slightest bit of hesitation, the two once again activated Primal Chaos Fire together and threw the piece of Kun Steel crystal that Hong Ling possessed into the flame. The youth also put the soul orb that he had into the flame, and the two of them worked together, continuously igniting the Primal Chaos Fire, merging the soul orb with the Kun Steel.

A deafening metallic hum resounded between the heaven and earth. This was a strange phenomenon that occurred after the soul orbs and Kun Steel fused together. The void was distorted by the chaotic flames that the two of them produced.

With a thought from Hong Ling, the blob of Kun Steel that was initially melted into a thick sword under the guidance of Hong Ling's divine sense. He bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood essence into the thick sword.

The two of them continued to use their flames to draw clouds. The sharp edges of the sword gradually formed, followed by the sword sheath and the sword hilt. In a short two hours, a somewhat rough looking long sword had formed.

However, Hong Ling knew that this was just the beginning. This three-finger-long sword had a blade that was three feet long, and the sword blade was half a foot long. The sword sheath was at the end of the sword hilt, and the thickest part of the sword blade had three parts.

Hong Ling was responsible for maintaining the primal chaos fire while he was in charge of carving the entire sword. Under the young man's spiritual sense carving, the somewhat rough cloud patterns on the sword's body started to become exquisite bit by bit.

They were constantly changing, as if there was no fixed situation. After the carving of the cloud patterns on the two swords were completed, Hong Ling once again aimed his gaze at the sword sheath.

His spiritual sense continued to change the shape of the sword sheath, stretching to both sides, slowly forming two short but sharp dragon horns. He carved small lightning incantations on the dragon horns, and soon after, the shape of the sword compartment was carved into a majestic dragon head.

On the dragon's head, two dragon whiskers floated above the sword. The two dragon eyes were filled with disdain. Countless dragon beards fluttered behind them. The four dragon teeth bit onto the sword, looking incomparably ferocious.

The sword hilt was twined with a dragon's body, but it did not appear to be abrupt. The first two claws cleverly held onto the sword frame, while the other two grabbed onto a dark golden bead at the end of the sword hilt.

Pieces of Dragon Scale appeared on the dragon's body. If one looked carefully, they would see that these Dragon Scale were filled with inscriptions that were hard to describe.

Hong Ling did not know about the changes in the Dragon Scale either. When he was carving the entire sword, he had inadvertently activated the sword intent, causing a phenomenon that even he could not describe clearly.

In exactly eight days, Hong Ling had completed the smelting of the long sword. The moment he completed it, the entire long sword could not help but hum, and a weak wave of soul energy slowly formed from the inside of the sword.

Hong Ling was ecstatic, he knew that after the long sword merged with the soul orb, it would produce his own sword spirit. He did not dare delay, he bit the tip of his tongue again and spat his blood essence onto the sword blade, wrapping it in the dark gold blood.

Weng, the longsword hummed. In Hong Ling and Lian Chengyue's senses, the image of a longsword that was like glass slowly appeared.

"Sword spirit, it's really a sword spirit!" Lian Chengyue stared at the sword spirit in the sword in disbelief, his face was filled with surprise and joy.

"Hong Ling, quick, before the Sword Spirit is fully formed, engrave your own meridians and acupoints, and turn this longsword into your spirit artifact!" The young girl hurriedly urged.

Hong Ling nodded his head, with a thought, all the blood essence that was originally on the sword flowed into the sword, one part was absorbed by the sword and the other part was absorbed by the sword spirit. The young man controlled the blood essence of the sword spirit, and opened the sword spirit's interior.

The sword spirit that was originally shaped like a sword gradually turned into a tiny human figure. Bones and veins began to grow within his body, and soon, acupoints began to appear one after another. His organs, flesh, skin, hair, and even clothes all appeared.

Hong Ling seemed to have thought of something, and in the Divine Hall, a Primordial Spirit Clone suddenly appeared. Under his will, the Primordial Spirit suddenly stepped out of the Divine Hall, entered the sword body, and stood facing the Sword Spirit.

The two identical figures looked at each other, and suddenly, the Primordial Spirit Clone slowly walked in front of the Sword Spirit, opened its arms, and entered the Sword Spirit's body, perfectly merging with it.

In Hong Ling's Divine Palace, a virtual line appeared between him and the longsword, it was the thread that was intertwined between the Primordial Spirit Clone and himself. The youth willed, and another Primordial Spirit Clone appeared in the Divine Palace.

Kacha. The thread had been cut off, and Hong Ling and the Primordial Spirit Clone that had merged with the sword spirit suddenly lost contact. Half of his consciousness was instantly lost, and this was not a simple consumption, but a permanent loss of half of his consciousness.

However, Hong Ling did not regret it, he could cultivate this half of his consciousness back in a month's time, and because the sword spirit had fused with his Primordial Spirit Clone, it could not be separated from him anymore, so it could be assumed that the sword spirit was his external incarnation.

With a thought, a flow of energy instantly appeared within the sword spirit's body. This energy slowly flowed through the sword spirit's meridians and acupoints, completing a complete Jiuzhuan Profound Technique's great circulation.

Hong Ling looked at the sword spirit with satisfaction, then spat out another mouthful of blood on his sword. After the sword absorbed the blood, it became even sharper. With a thought, the sword spirit gradually laid down, parallel to the sword.

It slowly transformed again, turning into an image of a longsword that was exactly the same as the longsword. With the addition of Hong Ling's will, the sword gradually fused with each other.

"Ah Yue, now, activate the flames of primal chaos with all your might and fuse the sword and spirit of the sword perfectly together. Make it my lifeblood tool!" Hong Ling said to Lian Chengyue.

The young lady nodded. With a thought, the originally somewhat gentle Primal Chaos Fire started burning once again.

Hiss, Hong Ling instantly sucked in a breath of cold air. In his consciousness, the sword's intent was transmitted into his mind. That burning feeling seemed to want to burn his entire being.

He knew that because the Primordial Spirit Clone and the sword spirit had fused together, the long sword had already become his incarnation. He could clearly feel the sensation of the sword.

Finally, the sword spirit that was originally sleeping within the sword perfectly fused with the sword, no longer able to distinguish each other. With a hum, streams of sword intent began to form by themselves, floating within the sword body.

In the air, the longsword instantly broke through layers of obstructions and rushed straight into the clouds. From Hong Ling's perception, the longsword had broken through the thirty-three layers of sky and stabbed into a sword-shaped star.

"This, this is!" Hong Ling's gaze focused. He did not expect that this longsword would be the same as his own back then, directly breaking through the nine heavens, reaching above the thirty-third heaven, and devouring a sword-shaped fated star.

"This longsword, not only did it gain intelligence, it even devoured its own fated star!" Lian Chengyue was overwhelmed with shock, "In the legends, only those Heaven's Mandate instruments that have the potential to grow into Divine Equipment are able to fuse with the fated star, and this is the story of the Great Chu Ghost Hero Sword."

"Allegedly, it has already merged with a fated star, but I wonder how many layers of heavenly fated star it has fused with the Ghost Xiong Sword!"

"Hm!" Indeed! " Hong Ling nodded his head, "There is a rumor that among the various families, most of them have their own sacred artifacts. These sacred artifacts are even lower than Destiny's Mandates, and can barely communicate with the fated star in the sky to borrow its power to attack."

"Even the legendary great cultivators would find it difficult to withstand a casual blow from a saint artifact with such power. However, holy artifacts are not as good as Destiny's Artifacts. After Destiny's Artifacts fuse with fated star, they can freely convert Heaven and Earth Spiritual Power into fated star's energy and attack. "

"However, even if it's just a saint artifact, it's enough to ensure that every family will be able to stand firm for thousands of years without collapsing!"

"So you're saying, the sword in your hand has the ability to be promoted to a Destiny Magic Tool or even a Divine Equipment?" Lian Chengyue tilted his head, and lightly touched the sword.

Weng, the dark golden long sword hummed in response to the girl. Obviously, it did not reject one of its forgers, Lian Chengyue.

"It's very difficult to advance into a Destiny Magic Tool, and we have to go through a transformation. With our current strength, even though the longsword was forged by Kun Steel, it's only a Xuan grade magic tool. Above the Xuan grade are Earth ranks, Celestial Rank, and sacred artifacts.

"However, every time a magical equipment ascends, it needs to consume a huge amount of resources. It's extremely difficult to even raise it to the Celestial Rank Magic Equipment, not to mention the later stages of cultivation!" Hong Ling shook his head. Although Lian Chengyue's thoughts were good, the advancement of magic tools was not that easy.

"Forget it, let's not talk about such depressing things. Your sword doesn't have a name, hurry up and give it a name!" Lian Chengyue said with a smile.

Hong Ling nodded his head. He seemed to recall the days at Hidden Dragon Village, and with a thought, he had a plan.

"Let's call it Sorrow Spirit!" The youth earnestly said. With a thought, two ancient seals gradually appeared on the sword blade.

"Sorrow Spirit?" Lian Chengyue glanced at him, and thought back to the scene of Hidden Dragon Village being massacred before him, and became silent. It seemed that Hidden Dragon Village had really left him too much regret and sadness.

"Ah Yue, recover your cultivation first and smelt your weapon out. With my experience of refining the Sorrow Spirit, your weapon forging should be successful!" Su Yun said in a low voice. Hong Ling said to Lian Chengyue.

Lian Chengyue nodded, sat cross legged and closed his eyes, then began to recuperate the Authentic Qi.

Hong Ling also no longer spoke. With a thought, the Sorrow Spirit collapsed into a stream of light and entered his body, transforming into a small stream of air that followed his Authentic Qi and circulated within his body.

Another nine days had passed. Lian Chengyue looked at the fiery-red longsword in front of her with eyes that could not hide the joy and happiness. The longsword had just charged into the 33 Layered Heavens and swallowed a sword-shaped fated star.

"Ah Yue, this Fallen God Sword of yours is really pretty!" Hong Ling looked at the fiery red sword and said with a smile. Without a doubt, this was a sword with potential no weaker than the Sorrow Spirit.

The blade was a phoenix with its wings spread wide, its long tail wrapped around the sword hilt, and at the sword hilt was a bud of a fiery red flower bud.

Countless rays of light appeared on the Spirit Slaying Sword. After Lian Chengyue cut off the connection between the sword and the Primordial Spirit Clone, the Spirit of the Sword God merged with her spirit and turned into the body of a young girl.

At this time, Hong Ling and Lian Chengyue had both obtained weapons they could use, and their gains from entering the Desolate Mystic Realm had already far surpassed everyone else's.

Especially Lian Chengyue, not only did he break through the barrier of the Heaven's Mandate, he even obtained such a heaven defying cultivation technique called the《 Nine Lives Heaven Fire Technique》 which could be said to be the biggest beneficiary of the entire Ancient Desolation Tomb.

"Ah Yue, you recover your cultivation first. I can sense that the Ancient Tomb of Everlast's secret plane will close in a few hours. At that time, it will be quite troublesome, so we have to be prepared!" Hong Ling said to Lian Chengyue.

The young lady nodded her head, and went to recuperate on her own, Hong Ling too, but his recovery speed was extremely fast, in just a short two hours, he had already returned to his peak. With a thought, streams of light gathered in front of him to form a dark golden long sword, it was Sorrow Spirit.

He made a hand sign and the Sorrow Spirit instantly transformed into nine identical long swords. They floated in the air, and continuously buzzed.

Hong Ling could sense that these nine swords were practically identical, regardless of whether they were primary or secondary. With a thought, the nine longswords instantly formed into a gigantic sword formation in the air, which released a majestic sword aura, and with a boom, shattered the palace's barrier.

He kept his longsword, and the nine swords instantly shattered, transforming into countless of light auras, which entered his body and disappeared. The young man turned his head and smiled at Lian Chengyue who was about to stand up.

Inside the dark and hazy secret realm, Hong Ling brought Lian Chengyue out of the palace, and rushed toward the exit of the Ancient Desolate Mausoleum of Books.