Dragon Tamer-Chapter 469 - 471: Immortal Spiritual Sword
Chapter 469: Chapter 471: Immortal Spiritual Sword
At that moment, Zhu Minglang was unable to communicate with the Sword Spirit Dragon, after all, it hadn’t broken out of its cocoon…
After pondering for a long time, Zhu Minglang tentatively asked, “Do you want to come out?”
“Buzz!!”
The Metal Sword Bolls continued to respond.
Zhu Minglang was puzzled. If you really want to come out, then break the outer shell of the Metal Sword Bolls. Clearly, you haven’t completed your degeneration and hibernation metamorphosis, so why are you in such a hurry to be born?
“The Sword Spirit Dragon belongs to the Artifact Spirits. If it wants to complete its metamorphosis faster, the Phoenix Nest probably isn’t effective for it, could it be that the Sword Spirit Dragon needs this Earth Vein Fire Pistil??” Zhu Minglang made a bold speculation.
“Buzz~~~~~~~~”
The response from the Metal Sword Bolls grew more intense!
That’s really it!
But that’s the Earth Vein Fire Pistil!
Zhu Minglang worried that once the Metal Sword Bolls were placed into it, before it even had a chance to absorb the energy of this Divine Fire, it would be melted directly!
“No, the Serene Fire Liquid is meant for forging, meaning living creatures can hardly withstand such high temperatures, but some of the most refined metal ores won’t melt, instead becoming even more perfected through quenching!”
Living beings couldn’t possibly touch this Earth Vein Fire Pistil, but as an Artifact Spirit, the Sword Spirit Dragon could!
Beneath the turbulent flow of flames lies a treasure trove, a divine fire liquid that the techniques of Zhu Gate can’t currently retrieve. If one could overcome this barrier…
Zhu Minglang immediately felt a surge of joy.
He held up the Metal Sword Bolls that the Sword Spirit Dragon had transformed into, which surprisingly started to move on its own.
The Metal Sword Bolls floated above the Earth Vein Fire Pistil and then slowly sank down. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓
The Fire Pistil, large as a tree, with layers of fire liquid flowing like bright red curtains, some winding around the Earth Vein Fire Pistil, others completely enveloping it.
The Metal Sword Bolls transformed by the Sword Spirit Dragon went straight through layer upon layer of turbulent flames. In an instant, an even more powerful surge of the Earth’s pulsation rose, and upon seeing the turbulent flames sweeping lethal tides in all directions, Zhu Minglang didn’t dare to hesitate and turned to flee into the deep cracks of the Earth Vein’s scars.
Behind him, a destructive tide of fire flooded this dark underwater world, and Zhu Minglang, as the sole living person here, almost evaporated from existence!
“Sword Spirit Dragon, at least give me a heads up!!”
Zhu Minglang cursed as he fled.
The Sword Spirit Dragon, after its regression, was like a mischievous child, not considering its master’s predicament at all.
If he ran any slower, the Sword Spirit Dragon would become an orphan!
The world was a piercing red, and Zhu Minglang couldn’t even keep his eyes open, feeling as if he was inside a volcano in the midst of releasing lava.
The tide of fire spread further, filling even the tiniest cracks of the Earth’s veins with molten rock. Zhu Minglang did not know where he had fled to, as the Earth Vein’s scars had many branches, some leading to thicker Earth Veins, others to the seabed’s rock layers, and some even to the deeper depths of the Earth Vein Abyss.
Despite all his complaints, Zhu Minglang was still very worried about the Sword Spirit Dragon.
If it couldn’t withstand the terrifying surge of fire, he would be sending off his younger in an elder’s grief.
“Sword Spirit Dragon, Sword Spirit Dragon, if you can hear me, give me a response!”
Zhu Minglang was using the Soul Contract to sense the life breath of the Sword Spirit Dragon.
The Spirit Contract hadn’t broken, which was good news, at least indicating the Sword Spirit Dragon hadn’t been melted away.
But the Sword Spirit Dragon was undergoing degradation; even as an Artifact Spirit, it was still just a baby, too fragile. Serious injuries would pose a significant obstacle to its future growth.
There was no response…
It made sense, after all, the Sword Spirit Dragon was still inside the Metal Sword Bolls, unaware of how to respond.
…
Anxiety was useless; he could only wait.
As long as the Spirit Contract remained intact, the Sword Spirit Dragon was still alive.
This time the kinetic flame tide was even more terrifying, powerful enough to sever many Veins of the Earth’s rock layers, and the return path had been completely blocked by the rubble of the earth veins.
Zhu Minglang had no choice but to seek another path, but without the Heavenly Slaughter Dragon by his side, Zhu Minglang gradually lost the Dark Vision of the Heavenly Slaughter Dragon and found himself lost in the intricate traces of the earth veins.
Although he found crevices that led back to the Earth Vein Fire Pistil, they were either collapsed or filled with pools of high-temperature flame that lingered for a long time. Zhu Minglang was quite helpless and could only wander aimlessly through the traces of the earth veins.
Elsewhere, at the heart of the Earth Vein Fire Pistil, the Metal Sword Bolls that the Sword Spirit Dragon had transformed into had completely immersed themselves in the center of the fire pistil.
The reason they were called fire pistils was that those serene and sacred flames looked like clusters of enormous flower pistils, gathered together in a majestic and beautiful display that carried an air of mystery.
And the Sword Spirit Dragon knew how to pick the most comfortable spot, burrowing the entire Metal Sword Boll into these colossal pistils, like a cunning bee stepping into the heart of a fragrant bloom. Slowly, its entire body submerged within, and from the outside, the pistils seemed dazzling and pure, invoking pity. Yet, in fact, a little Flower Thief was frantically sucking inside, drawing away the most perfect nectar…
This little Flower Thief was naturally the Sword Spirit Dragon!
It even took the Earth Vein Fire Pistil as its perfect forge nest, deciding not to return to the Spirit Realm but to dwell here instead.
The Sword Spirit Dragon’s body held countless ancient Sword Souls, covered in rust and dullness, yet the essence of many Ancient Swords was still high-grade metal, forged by Casting Masters to perfection but aged over time.
Now, the most vigorous Serene Fire Liquid in the Earth Vein Fire Pistil was like divine honey, revitalizing their youth. The rust simply couldn’t withstand such high temperatures, quickly melting away, allowing the true essence of the sword bodies to not only rebloom with sharpness but in this perfect and powerful quenching, they became even more splendid and sacred!!
Many famous swords were awakening, their ancient Inscriptions blooming in this perfect forging, while the vast energy of the flames contained in the fire pistil was being absorbed into the Metal Sword Bolls of the Sword Spirit Dragon.
The Fire Trace Sword, this was a sword of intense flames.
The Fire Trace Markings had been refined to perfection in just a short time and were even undergoing sublimation!
In the beginning, after Zhu Minglang invoked the Fire Scar Sword Inscription in the great battle with the Fiend Star Dragon, the Fire Scar Sword Inscription dimmed. But this time, it was fully charged and brimming with energy!
The Metal Sword Bolls had many layers, each of which seemed like a constraint that needed to be shed over long years. As an Artifact Spirit, its transformation was even more unique…
It had degraded from a transcendent sword to an ordinary iron sword, but with each layer of bolls constraint broken, its sword body and quality elevated.
Originally, this would have been a slow process, but due to the special Divine Fire of the earth veins, layers upon layers of bolls were being broken through at an unimaginable rate.
With each release from the sword cocoon, the Sword Spirit Dragon received the most perfect tempering, and the radiance of the Inscriptions on its sword body became increasingly saintly!
Transformation, tempering, Inscriptions awakening, the layers of sword bolls slowly shedding; the Sword Spirit Dragon was being endowed with a more powerful Soul Class, transitioning from a mundane sword towards a transcendent sword, then from a transcendent sword to a sacred sword, and finally growing towards an Immortal Sword!!
The Spirit Sword was merely extraordinary, merely exceptional.
But the Immortal Sword was supremely arrogant; even without a wielder, it could stand proudly between heaven and earth.
