To the naked eye, what was embedded in Iron Hand at this moment was merely a broken sword blade a little over one foot two inches long. Its sword light flowed like water, chilling to the bone, its blade patterns intricate and winding in layered folds.
It was enough to be called a fine sword.
But through a Chosen One's spiritual substance perception, what they saw was no longer the outline of matter, but the violent torrent erupting from within it!
Like a volcano erupting, like a natural disaster manifesting.
Pure scarlet and void-like darkness intertwined, becoming a Vortex that expanded without end.
The instant it left its sheath, every witness was seized by a chill that crawled down their spine. Wave after wave of dizziness, trembling, and terror became impossible to suppress.
It was as though even life and souls would be devoured by that Vortex—
Evil beyond evil, vicious beyond vicious!
This was the third of the Elephant Sword Type 9—Pan Ying!
Among the nine forms inherited through Sword Discourse, it was the simplest and hardest to learn, the one with both the highest and lowest forging success rate, and the perilous inheritance that had killed the most Artisans.
Compared to the other prototypes, forging Pan Ying's sword blank was exceptionally simple. It was nothing more than piling up materials; the technical demands and difficulty were truly not high.
Though it possessed a chained sequence formed from seven Blessings, spanning the Ascension, White Deer, and Horde lineages, one only needed a single one to begin. The rest could be added gradually through tempering as progress was made.
The shortest forging process took only three days before it could leave the furnace, after which it would be gradually nurtured to completion through tempered sharpening.
Well, it was just that