Myriad Dragon Divine Sovereign

Wen Qingye took out all the materials he could refine, as well as the One Thought Sword. A Spirit-Devouring Stone was already embedded in it, and the Emperor-grade High-level magical long spear in his hand could, of course, also be absorbed.

WHOOSH!

A pillar of Primordial Qi, blazing like fire, erupted from Wen Qingye’s palm, shooting directly toward the Four-sided Platform in front of him and igniting in a furious blaze.

With a flick of his sleeve, Wen Qingye sent the black long spear hurtling into the fire. The Third Grade Spiritual Fire immediately set upon the spear, producing a loud SIZZLE.

As he continuously channeled his Primordial Qi into it, the flames grew more intense. Traces of purple began to appear on the black body of the spear.

At this point, however, sweat had already beaded on Wen Qingye’s forehead. He had no choice but to take out a Profound Pearl and absorb the Primordial Qi essence within to replenish his own reserves.

A Third Grade Spiritual Fire was not something someone at his current level of cultivation should possess, yet he did. His cultivation base simply couldn’t sustain the immense energy drain.

But he simply had to refine this Emperor-grade, High-level magical long spear to ensure its essence would be absorbed completely by the One Thought Sword, without a single drop going to waste.

Time trickled by. The black long spear began to warp, its entire body weeping a black essence.

Wen Qingye focused his Primordial Qi once more. With a RUSH, an even greater torrent of Primordial Qi surged forth. The Spiritual Fire immediately flared like an angry dragon, enveloping the entire spear as if to devour it whole.

TSSS....

Gradually, a strange noise could be heard from within the spear—the sound of it steadily melting in Wen Qingye’s Spiritual Fire.

Seeing this, Wen Qingye knew he couldn’t let the Spiritual Fire incinerate the Essence. With a flick of the One Thought Sword in his hand, he sent a cold glint of light shooting forward.

The One Thought Sword plunged straight into the roaring flames. Inside the inferno, the black Essence streamed toward the One Thought Sword, seeping into the blade.

BUZZZZ!

Inside the flames, the One Thought Sword emitted a crisp hum as its aura gradually intensified.

Junior-Level Emperor Grade!

.....

Emperor Peak!

The One Thought Sword’s aura rose steadily, but just as it reached Emperor Peak, it abruptly stalled. Wen Qingye took one look and knew that all the Essence had been absorbed. He hastily withdrew the fire to prevent it from damaging the One Thought Sword.

SHING!

The One Thought Sword shot back into its sheath, the blade trembling incessantly.

Wen Qingye knew that breaking through to the Spirit Grade was not so simple. He looked at the One Thought Sword, nodded, and set it aside. Then, he took out the Low-Level Spirit Grade ore, the Celestial Heavy Stone, the Nine Dragon Ore, and several Emperor-level Ores.

These ores were the very ones he had obtained from the Ten Thousand Miles Sky Sumeru Ring.

The Celestial Heavy Stone was an incredibly dense boulder. It stood before Wen Qingye, as tall as he was, and its entire surface glowed with a dark, mysterious light.

This single Celestial Heavy Stone weighed an astonishing 37,523 catties. Even with his training in the Five Elements Body Refining Technique, Wen Qingye found it difficult to move without first channeling in some Primordial Qi.

Wen Qingye sat cross-legged and rested for a moment. He knew what came next—refining the Celestial Heavy Stone, the Nine Dragon Ore, and the others—would be the hardest part. ’It’s impossible to refine these raw, unpolished ores in just a dozen days. The process will be incredibly difficult.’

An hour later, Wen Qingye had slowly recovered.

The Four-sided Platform was still scorching hot. With another strike of his palm, Wen Qingye sent flames roaring out again toward the center. He then took out three more Profound Pearls and sent them hovering directly above the platform.

FWOOSH FWOOSH FWOOSH FWOOSH FWOOSH!

Limitless Primordial Qi burst from the three Profound Pearls, pouring into the flames on the Four-sided Platform.

BOOM!

Bolstered by such an immense infusion of Primordial Qi, the Spiritual Fire erupted violently, forcing even Wen Qingye to retreat several steps.

Once Wen Qingye regained his footing, he reached out and grabbed the Celestial Heavy Stone. Primordial Qi raged through his body, and the veins on his arm bulged.

THUMP!

Using every ounce of his physical strength and Primordial Qi, Wen Qingye heaved the Celestial Heavy Stone into the fire.

The Celestial Heavy Stone crashed down onto the Four-sided Platform, the impact blasting the flames outward in rolling waves of heat.

Next, Wen Qingye added the other ores, scattering them about.

Watching the raging, cyan flames burn, Wen Qingye knew all he had to do was keep a careful watch until the Celestial Heavy Stone, Nine Dragons Stone, and the other ores were completely smelted.

......

In the time that followed, Wen Qingye simultaneously watched over the burning ores on the Four-sided Platform and contemplated the Laws of the Lifeless Sword Dao and the Slaying Immortal Sword Dao.

He made progress, but failed to achieve a breakthrough in any single Law.

Time passed quickly.

「Seven days later.」

Wen Qingye took out the Sanxi Water. After several days of adjustment, his body was now in its absolute peak condition.

He tilted his head back and swallowed ten drops of the Sanxi Water.

Instantly!

Wen Qingye’s vision was filled with a floating blue light, while a rainbow of other lights swirled and enveloped him.

The Sanxi Water transformed into innumerable fine threads that surged violently through his entire body.

”HUFF... HUFF... HUFF!”

The threads, though seemingly delicate, contained a tyrannical, ferocious energy that flooded his meridians, spreading to every corner of his being.

And yet, this frantic energy didn’t shatter Wen Qingye’s meridians. On the contrary, they grew even more solid and showed faint signs of healing—but they were only signs. The pain, however, was beyond what any ordinary person could possibly imagine.

A bizarre image surfaced in his mind: five rays of light, alternating, multiplying, and circulating in a continuous cycle.

”BANG!”

A dense, violent aura erupted from within him. He gritted his teeth, desperately suppressing the agony.

Countless, microscopic, multicolored threads continued to flow rapidly through his body, permeating his skeleton, his meridians, and every fiber of his flesh.

Just then, the Ice Python shot out from between Wen Qingye’s fingers, its eyes fixed intently on him.

Before the Ice Python’s very eyes, Wen Qingye’s body began to bizarrely expand and contract. One moment, he looked far more muscular; the next, he would abruptly shrink.

It was an extremely bizarre sight, like a balloon being constantly inflated and deflated.

Throughout this process, a series of crisp, clear CRACKS echoed from his bones. Each joint seemed to be undergoing a wondrous twisting and realignment.

”Ugh-AAAAH!”

Wen Qingye gritted his teeth, letting out a low roar like a Fierce Beast on the brink of death. The agony he felt was unimaginable.