Unsheathed

The academy had already become a small world guarded by a sage, but there was yet another small world at the peak of Eastern Splendor Mountain.

After Mao Xiaodong channeled his powerful mystical ability, it surprisingly appeared as if it were a colorful autumn atop the mountain.

The air was crisp and the breeze was refreshing.

Chen Ping'an was sitting in the west with the Five-colored Golden Box Cauldron in front of him. He first used the spiritual energy nurtured and stored inside his water palace to fan the wind, after which he used the True Qi of pure martial artists to light the flames, causing flickers of tool-refining true flames to burst to life inside the cauldron.

A brilliant radiance suddenly erupted from the cauldron, and it was as if a second sun had appeared in the world.

The golden scholarly core that was hovering above the cauldron started to slowly descend.

Chen Ping'an was already familiar with this process, so he went with the flow and controlled a palm-sized jar of golden sand using the immortal tool-refinement mantra that was derived from the rain-paying tablet located in front of the Burial River's water god temple. He poured the golden sand into the cauldron, causing the flames to burn even stronger.

Chen Ping'an's face was illuminated with a bright red glow, causing his limpid eyes that had witnessed countless mountains and rivers to appear increasingly spirited and lively. His hands which had once molded and fired countless pottery pieces didn't tremble in the least, with his mind also completely clear and composed at this moment.

The golden scholarly core that City God Shen Wen had "cut out" from his heart rose and fell in the cauldron, slowly rotating around as it did so.

There was the incense offerings absorbed from hundreds of years of worshiping by those in the Colorful Garment Nation, the aura of righteousness that persisted even after Shen Wen's death, and also the divine spiritual light that had been formed following Shen Wen's long interaction with the seal engraved by the Great Heavenly Master from Mount Longhu. All of these things shimmered like the twinkling stars in the night sky.

Among the myriad of rare treasures, the saber relic from the martial sage temple located in the capital of some nation in the Eastern Treasured Vial Continent was the most difficult to refine. This was a relic left behind by a martial sage. Similarly, the thousand-year-old ox horn that measured one and a half meters in length was also extremely difficult to refine.