Chapter 2341: God Smith Tie Mutian (2)



Hongyue and Mumu made their way towards the hill, their footsteps echoing in the quiet streets of Iron Village. The villagers watched them go, their eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity.

As they climbed the hill, the sounds of the village faded away, replaced by the rustling of leaves and the chirping of birds. The air grew cooler, the sunlight dimmer, as they approached the summit.

Finally, they reached the top of the hill, and a breathtaking sight greeted them. A solitary forge stood amidst a grove of ancient trees, its flames flickering and its bellows wheezing with a timeless rhythm.

The forge itself was a masterpiece of craftsmanship, its metalwork adorned with intricate patterns and its anvil polished to a mirror-like shine.

But it was not the forge that captured Hongyue's attention. Beside it, nestled under the shade of a majestic oak tree, stood a small shrine, its stone surface etched with the image of a man wielding a hammer. It was a shrine dedicated to Tie Mutian, the legendary God Smith, his legacy immortalized in this sacred place.

Offerings of flowers and incense adorned the shrine, their fragrance mingling with the scent of the forest. A sense of peace and tranquility permeated the air, a testament to the reverence the villagers held for their ancestral legend.

As Hongyue approached the shrine, she noticed a young woman kneeling before it, her hands clasped in prayer. The woman's long, black hair cascaded down her back, and her eyes, closed in devotion, were filled with a serene light.

Hongyue hesitated, unsure whether to disturb the woman's meditation. But Mumu, sensing her hesitation, nudged her forward.

"Go on," she whispered. "She's been expecting you."

Hongyue's heart skipped a beat. Expecting her? How could that be?

She took a deep breath and stepped forward, her footsteps soft on the mossy ground. The woman, sensing her approach, opened her eyes, her gaze meeting Hongyue's with a knowing smile.

"Welcome, inheritor of the Moon God," she said, her voice soft yet resonant. "I have been waiting for you."

"That's why he didn't fix it," Hongyue seemed to understand his feeling.

The woman nodded. "He scattered the fragments across the realms, hoping that they would never be reunited," she said. "But fate, it seems, has other plans."

Hongyue's thoughts returned to Yun Lintian, to the swords he wielded with such mastery. She had witnessed their power firsthand, their ability to cleave through even the toughest defenses. But now, she realized that their true potential remained untapped, their fragments yearning to be reunited, to reclaim their rightful place as the God Slaying Sword.

"How do we find the remaining fragments?" she asked, her voice filled with determination. The woman smiled enigmatically. "The fragments will reveal themselves when the time is right," she said. "And the right person will be able to wield it."

Hongyue furrowed her brow slightly. "Do you know where its Sword Spirit is?"

The woman shook her head and said, "Unfortunately, no. However, you can visit the Fallen God Graveyard in the Ancient Battlefield. There might be something you are looking for." "Fallen God Graveyard? The Ancient Battlefield?" Hongyue repeated the names curiously. "I know where it is," Mumu spoke up. She took a deep look at the woman and said, "I didn't expect God Smith's daughter to still be alive."

The woman looked at Mumu with a faint smile. "Fate is truly unpredictable. I was lucky enough to survive."

Mumu nodded gently. "It seems you have stopped forging for a long time."

The woman, Tie Muqiu, smiled and said, "I have lost my passion and desire. There's no point for me to forge more powerful artifacts."

"Maybe one day you will regain your passion," Mumu said gently. "And that day should not

be far."

"We will see," Tie Muqiu responded softly.

She turned to Hongyue and said, "I forgot to tell you one thing. A man came here last year to look for the Sword Spirit. His name is Qin Juehai."