Chapter 174: There Is No One Worthy of This Sword Than You and Me
Clang! Clang!
In his sight, it seemed he was brought to a single point in time, hammering away at a blade that was exactly like the Origin sword. He kept hammering diligently when suddenly he caught another glimpse of a vision, and the scene changed as he found himself swinging the sword.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye and did not truly affect Aldrian, who was focused on hammering at that moment. However, it still gave him a sensation reminiscent of that time when he had done the same thing. He kept hammering as he sensed the divine iron and the blade beginning to meld together. Aldrian then returned the blade and the divine iron to the furnace to repeat the process once more.
Heated, hammering, heated, and hammering—he didn’t know how many times he had repeated this process, but finally, he could feel the mixture of the divine iron and the sword blade beginning to balance each other. The divine iron no longer displayed its devouring properties. They resembled yin and yang, complementing each other’s weaknesses. The blade was now able to receive all kinds of elements, while the divine iron had become less ferocious in devouring energy.
Aldrian did not stop there; he was now injecting a large quantity of his golden energy to perfect the mixture of the blade and the divine iron. His energy acted as a catalyst, allowing the materials to balance each other without destroying their characteristics. If he had forged this sword outside of his domain, he would have depleted his energy long ago. To create this sword, Aldrian had to inject his golden energy continuously, without even a moment’s pause.
Even Aldrian doubted that an emperor-stage cultivator could forge this sword, considering the amount of energy he injected and how this sword resembled a devouring abyss. He is the only person on this continent who can complete its forging!
After an unknown amount of time had passed, he finally felt that the mixture of the blade and the divine iron was perfect. He swiftly lifted the blade from the furnace and, with precise control, dipped it into a special oil called Northern Mountain Oil—an oil of the highest quality for the quenching process.
After that, he was ready for the final process: creating the sword’s pattern. He reheated the blade to prepare it for the engraving. In his mind, armed with the full knowledge from the symbol, he understood the intricacies of the pattern like the back of his hand. Yet, despite comprehending the pattern, he was still shocked by its profound complexity.
"As expected from the pattern of the first sword, the origin of all swords," he thought.