Tianyuan!

The process of Spirit Molding was incomparably wondrous. When Fang Wang imagined the sword-shaped Treasure Spirit he desired, he entered a strange state of inner sight. He saw a patch of darkness appear within his body. Amid that darkness, blazing flames burned fiercely, gradually condensing into the shape of a sword.

Fang Wang focused his attention on that sword. At that moment, his thoughts seemed to become invisible hands capable of touching it.

As he immersed himself in it, the flames around his body surged toward the top of his head, gathering into a fireball.

Guang Qiuxian, Yang Yuanzi, and Zhou Xingshi stood in the corridor watching.

"Your disciple's cultivation technique is anything but ordinary. This is the first time I've seen spiritual energy with such a scorching aura," Guang Qiuxian praised.

Yang Yuanzi said nothing. In truth, he did not know much about Fang Wang.

Zhou Xingshi thought of the battle before he had entered the sect. He had merely exchanged a palm strike with Fang Wang, yet he had spent a full month recovering from his injuries. Even now, the memory still filled him with dread.

The joy of molding a Mystic Origin Treasure Spirit had already faded. He stared at the embryonic Treasure Spirit above Fang Wang's head, his instincts telling him that Fang Wang's Treasure Spirit would definitely surpass his own.

At the seventh layer of the Qi Nurturing Realm, Fang Wang had swept through him and fifty cultivators. Zhou Xingshi did not dare imagine what sort of Life-Bound Treasure Spirit Fang Wang would mold.

Within his Lineage, he had heard countless tales of geniuses, but Fang Wang was the most terrifying genius he had ever seen.

Setting strength aside, this kid had only been at the seventh layer of the Qi Nurturing Realm a few months ago, yet now he was molding his spirit alongside him...

Zhou Xingshi's heart trembled, and the look in his eyes as he watched Fang Wang grew increasingly complicated.

Time slowly passed.

Half an hour later.

The Treasure Spirit above Fang Wang's head had already taken the rough shape of a sword. The flames around him became ever more immense, like fiery serpents coiling around his body. Even the water in the pool began to boil, sending waves of hot mist into the air.

Guang Qiuxian stroked his beard and smiled. "At the very least, it has reached Mystic Origin."

Yang Yuanzi's expression was grave. "To reach the Mystic Origin grade at this stage... it may truly be possible for him to attain the Earth Origin grade."

His gaze involuntarily flicked toward Zhou Xingshi, making Zhou Xingshi's heart pound wildly. He suddenly regretted staying to watch, but if he said he wanted to leave now, he would be even less able to go.

Guang Qiuxian stared at Fang Wang and said proudly, "After Yuanjun, another Fang Wang has emerged. Why should Taiyuan Sect fear that it will not flourish?"

Hearing this, Yang Yuanzi shook his head and snorted. "Sect Master, I advise you not to get carried away. Do not forget Taiqing Sect's tragedy. Taiyuan Sect uses geniuses to attract cultivation Aristocratic Clans, which may stir jealousy and hatred from other sects. One Lu Yuanjun might not bring disaster, but if another appears, that may not be the case."

Guang Qiuxian's smile gradually vanished.

Hearing this, Zhou Xingshi regretted it even more and began considering how he should respond later.

Time continued to tick by, second by second.

The sword-shaped Treasure Spirit above Fang Wang's head became increasingly solid, and even fine patterns could be seen upon it. Moreover, this Treasure Spirit began absorbing the surrounding Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy.

"Earth Origin!"

Guang Qiuxian uttered those two words. Being able to absorb Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy during Spirit Molding was a characteristic of an Earth Origin Treasure Spirit.

Zhou Xingshi's heart was a jumble of emotions, his hands clenched tightly.

"A genius like him molding an Earth Origin Treasure Spirit... is hardly surprising. Why should I compare myself to him..." Zhou Xingshi consoled himself.

Fang Wang's Treasure Spirit continued to condense, and Guang Qiuxian could no longer remain composed. His brows knitted tightly.

Yang Yuanzi narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixed firmly on Fang Wang's Life-Bound Treasure Spirit.

At that moment, Fang Wang was still observing his Life-Bound Treasure Spirit inwardly. Within that darkness, it had already condensed into the sword shape he wanted. Its guard and hilt seemed entwined by a majestic Red Dragon, imposing and domineering.

How handsome would it be to wield a sword like this!

Fang Wang was very satisfied with his own taste. Just as he was admiring his Treasure Spirit, he suddenly sensed something, and his gaze instinctively moved upward.

A glimmer of light appeared in the darkness above. His Heavenly Palace had actually manifested.

What was this...

As Fang Wang was puzzled, the doors of the Heavenly Palace suddenly opened. A beam of light burst forth, plunging downward and striking his Life-Bound Treasure Spirit head-on.

His sword-shaped Treasure Spirit was instantly annihilated. At the same time, in the outside world, Guang Qiuxian and the other two saw the Treasure Spirit above Fang Wang's head suddenly explode, sending a wave of flames spreading outward.

Guang Qiuxian raised a hand and used his spiritual energy to block the sweeping fire wave. His brows were tightly furrowed, and disappointment filled his eyes.

Yang Yuanzi frowned deeply and said in a low voice, "It failed? How is that possible? Only a Yellow Origin Treasure Spirit could possibly fail during molding..."

Seeing this, Zhou Xingshi felt both delight and regret. For such a peerless prodigy to suffer failure during Spirit Molding was like falling from the clouds into the mortal world. Deep down, he had still hoped to see how powerful Fang Wang would become after molding his spirit. If Fang Wang succeeded, he might witness the rise of a legend of the age.

What a pity!

In his state of inner sight, Fang Wang stared blankly at the Heavenly Palace.

What was going on?

Why had the Heavenly Palace destroyed his Treasure Spirit?

At that moment, he panicked. With the Heavenly Palace present, there had to be a way out, but he did not want to play the pig to eat the tiger. Within Taiyuan Sect, one's Life-Bound Treasure Spirit determined both aptitude and treatment.

Just as Fang Wang was at a loss, the doors of the Heavenly Palace did not close. Light emerged from within, growing increasingly dazzling.

"That is..."

Fang Wang stared at the brilliant light within the Heavenly Palace and vaguely saw a blurred figure.

"It failed!"

Guang Qiuxian said heavily, his face full of disappointment. He gave Fang Wang a long look, then turned around, preparing to leave.

Just then, he sensed something and abruptly turned back.

Firelight surged into the pupils of all three men. The flames around Fang Wang's body suddenly swelled. His robes burned into ash, the pool water evaporated at terrifying speed, and vast waves of heat spread into the corridors of Shiyuan Hall.

Yang Yuanzi was moved, while Zhou Xingshi's eyes widened.

Under the gazes of the three men, Fang Wang had already become a human torch. The roaring flames surged toward the top of his head, gathering together.

"This is... condensing a Treasure Spirit again? How is that possible!"

Yang Yuanzi cried out, no longer able to remain calm.

Guang Qiuxian seemed to think of something. His pupils dilated as he took a deep breath and said, "Legend says that when a Life-Bound Treasure Spirit condenses, it may display the phenomenon of rebirth through nirvana. This often appears in peerless prodigies. A Life-Bound Treasure Spirit capable of rebirth through nirvana... is destiny itself!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he looked at Zhou Xingshi beside him. A black fan had condensed above Zhou Xingshi's head.

"My Treasure Spirit... why is it out of control..."

Zhou Xingshi asked in panic, his gaze involuntarily turning toward Guang Qiuxian as he hoped for the Sect Master's aid.

However, Guang Qiuxian ignored him. After merely glancing at him, he turned his gaze back toward Fang Wang in the pool.

Elsewhere.

Gu Li, who had been meditating in a cave dwelling, suddenly opened her eyes. She looked up, her delicate brows knitting together as a silver longsword appeared above her head.

That was her Life-Bound Treasure Spirit!

"What is going on..."

Gu Li murmured, inexplicably uneasy. She could not withdraw her Life-Bound Treasure Spirit. Since molding her spirit, this was the first time she had encountered such a situation.

She was not the only one. The Spirit Sculpting Realm disciples flying among Taiyuan Sect's peaks encountered the same situation. Their own Life-Bound Treasure Spirits condensed above their heads. Some disciples halted midair, nervous or terrified.

Within Shiyuan Hall.

Firelight illuminated the faces of Guang Qiuxian, Yang Yuanzi, and Zhou Xingshi. All three were shocked beyond composure.

Yang Yuanzi gritted his teeth. "My Life-Bound Treasure Spirit is afraid as well..."

Guang Qiuxian's face darkened, and he said nothing, though his heart was equally turbulent.

They saw the blazing flames above Fang Wang's head gradually condense into the shape of a divine weapon. It was not a sword, but a long weapon!

At that moment, Fang Wang also saw this long weapon in his state of inner sight.

The darkness shattered. His consciousness swayed, and he suddenly felt his feet touch the ground. Opening his eyes, he discovered in astonishment that he had arrived inside the Heavenly Palace.

A long halberd nearly ten feet in length stood before him. A faint Azure Dragon coiled around it. Curved blades were set into both sides of the halberd head, each one a full third of the halberd's length. Between the two blades was a dragon-shaped halberd shaft, like a divine dragon curling its body, its mouth facing heaven as it spat forth a sword blade. The halberd's tail resembled a short sword, sharp beyond compare. Its shaft was pitch-black, gleaming with an eerie luster.

What an overbearing halberd!

Fang Wang subconsciously raised his hand and grasped it. In an instant, the True Mysterious Sun Fire within his body surged out and wound around the halberd. Flames ignited along the sword blade at its head and its twin blades, even igniting the sharp blade at its tail. Strands of fiery patterns spread over the halberd shaft, adding color to the weapon and making it even more divine.

The moment he gripped the halberd, Fang Wang inexplicably sensed it, as though it were a part of his own body.

A powerful emotion urged him to give the halberd a name. He slowly voiced his thought. "Celestial Palace Halberd!"

Named after the Heavenly Palace!

In an instant, his consciousness returned to reality, and his body instinctively rose to its feet.

Under the watchful eyes of Guang Qiuxian and the others, Fang Wang, wreathed in blazing flames, stood up and gripped the halberd-shaped Treasure Spirit above his head with his right hand. At that moment, he stood like a war god holding up heaven and earth, utterly transformed from before.

Yang Yuanzi could not help turning to Guang Qiuxian and asking, "A Mystic Origin Treasure Spirit possesses mysterious radiance, while an Earth Origin Treasure Spirit can devour Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy. Then... what grade should a Treasure Spirit that is reborn through nirvana and causes other Life-Bound Treasure Spirits to fear be?"

A guess had vaguely formed in his heart, but he did not dare voice it.

Guang Qiuxian stared fixedly at Fang Wang's figure and uttered two words. "Tianyuan!"

Zhou Xingshi was already dumbstruck, standing foolishly in place without noticing the murderous gaze Yang Yuanzi cast at him.

At the same time, all the flames around Fang Wang's body burrowed into the Celestial Palace Halberd, revealing his figure. The ten-foot Celestial Palace Halberd in his hand looked incomparably domineering.

Fang Wang smoothly planted the tail of the Celestial Palace Halberd against the bottom of the pool. A terrifying wave of air swept outward, forcing Guang Qiuxian to act again. This time, even Shiyuan Hall trembled.

"Sect Master, what grade is my Treasure Spirit?"

Fang Wang looked at Guang Qiuxian and asked. He forcibly suppressed his excitement, clearly sensing the spiritual energy within his body boiling as its very essence transformed.

The Spirit Sculpting Realm!

Guang Qiuxian stared at the Celestial Palace Halberd and said, "Above an Earth Origin Treasure Spirit. As for its exact grade, even I do not know, for I have never seen a Tianyuan Treasure Spirit..."

His gaze then slanted toward Zhou Xingshi.

Sensing the killing intent, Zhou Xingshi jolted awake. He took two steps back and hurriedly said, "I... I absolutely will not tell anyone!"