“Roar….”
The sound of a dragon’s roar echoed through the skies, lingering long after it had faded.
Five dragon bl**d drops plummeted onto the iron anvil, transforming the Divine Sword of the Celestials into a golden, furious dragon that seemed desperate to fly away from its master’s grip.
Just then, that stubborn hammer always landed perfectly.
The dragon’s roar diminished, shifting from rage to a mournful wail.
Crack—
It spread with fine cracks from head to tail, and with one final bang, it shattered into a rain of gold, taking with it the royal aspirations contained within the sword and the bl**d stains left by the bl**d God.
The sword dimmed in turn.
After all, only three parts of the chivalrous sword rhythm remained.
Having lost seventy percent of its divine charm, its power diminished greatly, seeming ready to slip out of the realm of divine weapons.
“How are we supposed to deal with the next calamity without the divine sword?”
After the blur of a bl**d-colored face went from astonishment to a thread of cold laughter, it seemed that if it had been forged, the outcome wasn’t so different?
It could no longer exert influence over the divine sword.
But the City of Divine Beings had also lost its greatest support.
This thought of his was about to vanish, leaving at any moment, while he watched with a playful mindset to see how Young Hero Li would handle the situation.
“Is that…?”
“The hammer can even perform sword techniques?”
The chatter of the Celestials erupted.
At this moment, it was noon, the sun blazing overhead. After the bl**d mist dissipated, the clear sky revealed itself, and the bl**d God inadvertently glanced at the sword that had changed shape, feeling a sudden, scorching sensation.
“Using a hammer instead of a sword, and it’s still employing the forging spirit method…..”
“What is he doing?!”
Swish—
Swish—
One hammer after another.
The fiery hammer treasure erupted with sword light that alternated between stunning beauty and chilling severity.
It was hard to imagine that words like suave, sharp, and ethereal could apply to a hammer.
No one knew the price of each hammer strike.
That’s right.
Li Mo had poured everything he understood about martial arts into sword techniques; how many years it had taken was beyond his count—maybe a few thousand, maybe ten thousand years.
Each hammer seemed slow but contained infinite variations.
These changes flared up, yet it remained difficult to discern what kind of laws were hidden within.
When he decided to stop practicing the sword…
When the tool in his hand was a hammer…
His sword path finally broke through the limits of mortals.
If there’s no sword in his hand, and no sword in his heart, then where does the sword exist?
This question gnawed at Li Mo for a long time.
Until he realized during a momentous choice, it wasn’t the four tomes that were martial manuals, and that he had already learned them.
Li Mo felt dumbfounded.
After figuring that out, he felt like an idiot who had wandered the world enduring endless beatings only to come home and realize that the legendary martial manual had been sitting forgotten on his bookshelf.
With a pull of energy, Li Mo’s vitality reached its peak.
He swung the most astonishing hammer strike of his life.
The human-path killing hammer, forging the spirit of the sword.
Is this a hammer or a sword?
Who cares anymore.
Clang—
The heavenly craftsman’s divine hammer, having forged paths before, successfully completed the final evolution of the divine sword.
Sword light soared into the heavens, piercing the sky, rippling for thousands of meters.
Under the blaze of the sun and the flames, he and the divine weapon he had just forged radiated brightly.
“It’s done…..”
Outside, Du Wufeng’s hair danced in the wind, his eyes reflecting the light of the divine weapon.
“What did Young Hero Li forge?”
“It looks like a curved saber?”
“He doesn’t know saber techniques; what curved saber? It’s clearly a curved sword.”
“Neither.”
As the crowd debated the form of this brand-new divine weapon, Du Shengkang’s voice came from behind.
With a light sigh, Du Shengkang said:
“It’s a scythe.”
A warm reminder: If you think this book is good, to avoid not finding it next time, please remember to add it to your bookshelf!
“?”
The swordsmiths and the forging folks fell silent.
They opened their mouths, watching the figure in the map of rivers and mountains lift the hammer and scythe together, yet couldn’t muster any rebuttals.
After a while, someone quietly asked:
“Is there ever been a scythe on the divine weapon rankings?”
None before.
Starting today, there probably will be.
Just how its power compares to before after being reforged remains a mystery.
…….
Atop the City of Heaven.
Ke Mo calmed the boiling energy within him, popping a few pills into his mouth; the vitality spent on reforging the divine sword had drained him of his previous vibrance.
At this moment, he looked weak.
Yet, he still gazed defiantly at the bl**d shadow above, refusing to back down.
“Not leaving? Are you hoping to test the sharpness of the divine weapon?”
“…..”
The bl**d shadow remained silent, a large hand suddenly descended, grasping inescapably.
The bl**d God’s body had somehow arrived without him noticing.
Its target was the newly reforged scythe.
From it, it sensed a strong threat!
“!”
The Celestials and the people of Ink City seemed to freeze in a peculiar manner.
This grab didn’t even stir the essence of heaven and earth, yet transcended the boundaries of immortality and mortals.
Even if they wanted to help Ke Mo, it seemed they wouldn’t be able to do so.
“Now you’re talking!”
Ke Mo wielded the freshly forged scythe, sensing immense energy and thoughts.
It felt like a tsunami, an endless surge.
He had no strength left.
But he didn’t need any.
Invisibly, it felt as if a hand covered over his own, which gripped the scythe.
…..
Tianshan, Sword Tomb.
Thousands of broken swords suddenly trembled, as if the remnants had never shattered.
That wooden sword set aside on the bluestone flickered with azure light, seeming ready to fly out of control.
“No need to go personally; just having this intention can assist him.”
The bearded old man gently brushed over the sword’s body.
…..
Thus,
Ke Mo felt a familiar sense of energy, unable to help but smile knowingly, as if he had seen that silly figure holding a wooden stick.
Not just the Bull, but countless sword bearers from Ink City and millions of mundane beings from the Human City.
They all heard the moment they gripped the divine sword—the sound that declared the City of Divine Beings would no longer have an emperor.
He raised the scythe and gave it a gentle swing.
In the static thoughts of the crowd, a faint light suddenly brightened.
Initially faint, it became a deep red like the sun rising on the horizon, about to ascend to its zenith and illuminate the masses.
This couldn’t be called sword light, for it was purer still.
Whoosh—
Even the deep mysteries of the palm couldn’t erase it, only sealing the remnants of the bl**d God’s body cleanly in two.
“Woah….”
A fierce wind surged within the borders of the City of Divine Beings, the heavens tearing open with a crimson scar, and the long sky wept bl**d.
At some point, the bl**d God had fused a part of its own being into the Heavenly Phoenix Domain.
So this strike also carried a part of that being into the City of Divine Beings.
“Ke Mo, because of you, the calamity is now upon us earlier.”
A voice filled with malice echoed.
“Aren’t you curious what Ying Bing is up to?”
Ke Mo looked as cold as an ice chunk.
…..
P.S.: The plot in the City of Divine Beings will soon conclude; I’ll wrap up the storyline cohesively in one go. Just a single update today.
