Noxie looked down at Wu Ling, her soul fire flickering slightly, carrying a hint of tension and hesitation, as well as a yearning for life. Every living being instinctively fears death, regardless of strength.
Noxie was the same. As Sacred Dragon, he was actually seriously injured in battle and eventually died. But in order to 'live', he did everything he could to preserve his spiritual imprint, putting himself in a state between life and death, so that he was not completely dead.
Only after he was completely dead in the original story, and his consciousness was erased like the other Dragon Soul in this place, did a new Sacred Dragon reappear in the Seven Dragon Cities.
Because of her fear of death, Noxie cherished every chance to 'live' and was worried that Wu Ling might change his mind.
Wu Ling looked up at Noxie, accurately catching a strange glint in Noxie's weakened soul fire. He glanced at the piece of Dragon Soul Mother Tree Essence and then asked, "This Dragon Soul Wood has become incredibly hard after being tempered. I suppose you have a way to cut and modify it?"
In fact, Wu Ling wasn't without a solution, but when traveling, every penny counts, and besides, he was somewhat envious of the things on the Sacred Dragon.
Noxie was unaware of Wu Ling's thoughts, which played right into his hands. Just as he said to Ye Yinzhu in the original story, "Even divine-level weapons from the outside world cannot break through the powerful Dragon Soul Blessing within the Dragon Soul Wood. There is only one thing that can cut it."
A massive milky-white light shone again, but this time it wasn't Noxie's soul fire. He took something from somewhere and slowly floated it down in front of Wu Ling. It was a long horn, about two meters long.
This long horn possesses a unique aura, not belonging to any particular True Magic element, yet it is connected to all the True Magic elements of the Zither Emperor Universe, as if it were formed from condensed True Magic elements. Its Dragon Soul aura, while not as vast as that of the Dragon Soul Wood, is far purer.
"This was my former horn; it fell off when I died. Only a weapon crafted from this Sacred Dragon Horn can break through the Dragon Soul Blessing of this top-grade Dragon Soul Wood."
Noxie continued, "I don't have much soul power left, but I should be able to help you refine it into a weapon. What kind of weapon do you need?"
Noxie appeared extremely respectful, as if he had chosen to grovel and become a sycophant for survival, so lowly that it was completely unbecoming of his identity as Sacred Dragon.
After thinking for a moment, Wu Ling said, "The material of this dragon horn is precious. It doesn't need much refining. We just need to change its shape slightly and make it into a Dragon Soul Blade."
"OK."
Without the slightest hesitation, Noxie nodded and said, "It is my honor to serve you, and this is how I leave my mark on this world."
As Noxie spoke, the flame of his soul flickered once more, this time appearing as a pale golden speck of light that quietly merged into the two-meter-long horn. This was the spiritual imprint of the Sacred Dragon Noxie's origin, and also his last strength.
Under the influence of the pale golden light, the Sacred Dragon's horn began to condense and change, its size shrinking by a circle, and in the process, it took on the shape of a long sword.
The first thing to appear is the hilt, which is about thirty centimeters long. Or rather, it can't be described as a hilt, because it is entirely in the shape of a dragon. The Earth Dragon pure white and crystal clear, the body is long and perfect, and even every tiny line on the dragon claws is so clear, making the whole white dragon lifelike.
Without a doubt, this was the image of the Sacred Dragon Noxie in its lifetime. Its immense spiritual aura seemed to burst forth from the blade, but under the influence of the Sacred Dragon Noxie's spiritual imprint, the Sacred Dragon 'Earth Dragon soul power gradually subsided, and the end of the hilt became the dragon's tail. The entire dragon's body formed the hilt, and its somewhat exaggerated Earth Dragon was raised. Its mouth opened, and the blade extended outwards as if spewing from the dragon's mouth.
The blade and hilt are made of the same material, crystal clear throughout, with a milky white halo flowing around them, as if half-alive, containing indescribable True Magic fluctuations, its radiance flickering uncertainly. There seems to be a layer of mist on the blade, mist formed by True Magic elements.
After the battle sword was crafted, it slowly landed in front of Wu Ling. Noxie had just finished doing all this, appeared quite listless, and his aura fluctuated.
"This is indeed a fine blade. You've put a lot of thought into it." Within the Dragon Domain, Wu Ling gazed at the Dragon Soul Blade before him, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. This battle blade, forged entirely from the Sacred Dragon Horn, was undoubtedly top-tier in terms of material alone. It required no flexibility, only hardness—an indestructible hardness.
"My horn is also uniquely endowed, containing the most Essence part of me. Influenced by the Dragon Soul Essence in my mind, it contains much of my Dragon Soul's aura," Noxie spoke again at this moment. "This sword is actually a full-elemental True Magic weapon, truly full-elemental, including dark element. Its sharpness can almost ignore all True Magic and physical defenses, and its power is immense." Wu Ling nodded in satisfaction after hearing his words. Although the " Magic-Breaking " ability would most likely disappear after leaving this world, he would reforge it again then.
Noxie's soul flame flickered slightly in his eyes, his voice filled with emotion, "This may be the last useful thing I leave behind. It was made from my horn, Your Excellency. May I name it after me, so that I may leave a trace of myself in this world?"
" The Blade of Noxie, not such a bad name." Upon hearing this, Wu Ling slightly raised his hand and grabbed the Blade of Noxie. The blade immediately moved and then flew into his palm.
The moment he held the sword, he immediately felt a surge of pure elemental energy flow into his body through his fingers and wrist.
In an instant, the Dragon Soul Blade seemed to become perfectly integrated with his hand, and a cool sensation flowed into his body, bringing indescribable comfort.
With a casual wave of his hand, a layer of milky-white light, almost like a phantom, flashed by. Although the battle blade was large, it seemed as light as nothing. A string of silver light streaked across the sky. Wu Ling did not activate the weapon, yet the blade energy shot three feet away. A clear dragon roar pierced the air, captivating the soul.
As Wu Ling gripped the Blade of Noxie, a surge of energy entered his body. A milky-white light flashed and disappeared in an instant. The blade seemed to come alive, transforming into a slender white dragon that began to swirl around his palm.
A burst of white light shot into the sky, pointing straight at the dark night sky. A slender white dragon coiled around his right hand, continuously radiating milky white divine light.
A fresh, pure emotion arises in my mind, leaping joyfully and greeting me warmly.
Indeed, it was a new soul, a strange soul. Noxie watched quietly from the side, the weakened soul fire in his eyes fluctuating violently, revealing a hint of gloom.
The white light gradually subsided, and a small dragon appeared in Wu Ling's right palm. It moved and changed its posture according to his will. The lustrous milky white color did not have the dazzling brilliance of a radiant light. The eyes of the dragon's head were two silver stars, making it look lifelike.
Noxie then explained, "Your Excellency, this divine artifact has been created, and you are the first life force it encounters. It will naturally attach itself to you and recognize you as its master. From now on, no one but you can use it, unless you die. I see that you can control it to transform into so many forms, so you must have already mastered how to use it." With a casual flick of his Wu Ling, the young silver dragon instantly transformed into a small dagger, and with a slight movement, it transformed into another form. It could change at will, truly a divine weapon of choice.