The Pitch-Black Dyson Radiant Sun

After the Myriad Mechanisms Heavenly Lord left, Jiang Ding took a deep breath and closed his eyes, adjusting the state of his mana and divine sense.

In the Nine Great Immortal Sects, this was when one would burn incense, bathe, pay respects to the ancestors, and sit in meditation for months before beginning to forge a treasure or refine pills. They treated the occasion with the utmost solemnity.

In truth, it was a process of mental adjustment and self-hypnosis.

Several days later, Jiang Ding opened his eyes. They shone like stars.

He breathed out his core fire and began heating the Blazing Sun Spirit Iron.

Unsurprisingly, it had almost no effect. The flame might as well have been there to make up the numbers.

"This core fire..."

"It shouldn't be like this..."

Jiang Ding was a little dissatisfied. "I remember the Sunflame River in the Great Sun Celestial Pool and the Solar Abyss both had powerful flames of sword intent. Burning gold and melting iron were child's play for them. In fact, the Solar Abyss and Sunflame River were manifestations of the core fires of past Great Sun Sword Lords. None of them had this weakness."

"Even the Great Sun Dharma Sect had a decent core fire!"

"Another gap in the inheritance... Forget it. This thing still works. I'll leave it alone until I reach the Nascent Soul stage. Getting sidetracked now isn't worth it."

After a Great Sun Sword Lord died, he would often choose to pass away in the Great Sun Celestial Pool to nurture the next Great Sun Sword Heir.

Jiang Ding took out ten Sunflame Crystals and ignited each with his mana, forming a roaring flame of sword intent.

In an instant, a red spot appeared on the Blazing Sun Spirit Iron and spread rapidly across