Qingju Did Not Forge, and the Sword Broke; Hidden Pain Did Not Cultivate-How Could It Be Reborn?

"Elephant... Dragon..."

Cao Erzhu stared blankly at the exquisite, beautiful sword in his hands.

The story of Elephant Dragon First Grade had brought him too many shocks, nearly overturning the world he had known for twenty-six years.

Dad had forged this sword? Wasn't he a rigid, brooding drunkard? He spent every day loafing around in the smithy, drinking himself silly—yet he understood the beauty of an ivory guard, and could even weave together those interlaced light-and-dark patterns...

What kind of ingenious hands did that require?

Could those rough, callused hands of his, hands that had not touched a hammer in twenty years, really forge something like this? Most crucially! Two or three decades ago, Dad had been able to raise a spirit sword by a full three grades through reforging? "Nngh—"

As his fingertips brushed the blade, a deep, ancient sound rose from within Elephant Dragon, like an elephant's call and a dragon's roar.

The sound washed over his soul. Cao Erzhu's massive frame jolted, and he barely came back to his senses.

So, the sword in his hand had witnessed the transition from First-Generation Divine Mind Penetration to Second-Generation Divine Mind Penetration; from God-Punishing Execution Tribulation to Sword Thought. It was also a symbol of his father's friendship with Ba Zunan? "Elephant Dragon was nameless..."

Yes, Elephant Dragon had originally been nameless.

Before this, Cao Erzhu had never even heard the name Elephant Dragon. Yet Elephant Dragon was not truly nameless.

It had risen from Subordinate Third Rank to First Grade over twenty years, nourished by fame. That was not solely due to the power of his father's reforging.

A greater part of it came from every change in the world's perception of Divine Mind Penetration. As its fame grew, a small part of that nourishment must have flowed