The sword forging was complete!
A surge of intense joy welled up in Wang Chen's heart.
The flying sword that had just emerged from the forge seemed to sense his feelings. It trembled and rang softly, letting out a dragon's cry!
This third-tier flying sword was the standard three feet and three inches long. It had a hilt but no guard, its form seamless and fluid. Its blade resembled a pool of autumn water, its spirit restrained and its edge concealed.
As Wang Chen infused it with mana, countless True Script Runes faintly surfaced across its surface. Sword Light flickered, as though it were about to soar into the sky, radiating a formidable aura.
But the space inside the quiet room was far too cramped to give the flying sword any room to display its might. Wang Chen could only suppress its eagerness and run his hand across the blade's edge.
His skin was silently cut open, crimson blood smearing across the blade.
It was immediately absorbed completely by the sword body!
Wang Chen felt his connection with this flying sword grow even closer.
A hidden dragon in the abyss—the Dragon Abyss Sword!
Wang Chen tossed the flying sword upward. It instantly transformed into a streak of flowing light and flew into his opened mouth.
He took the sword into his body!
The next moment, the Dragon Abyss Sword sank into his Qi Sea Dantian, where it lay quietly dormant.
A newly forged natal Magic Treasure was like a newborn infant, requiring meticulous care and attention.
Only through constant nurturing and refinement, awakening the spirituality within the sword body, could it truly unleash its power—wielded like an arm, invincible in all it faced.
Of course, Wang Chen could also use it in battle now.
But once it suffered damage, the