By the time Princess Xixi and the others hurried over after hearing the news, Yue Yang was already holding a strangely shaped treasured sword in his hands.
The entire sword was transparent, soft as a silken ribbon.
It was one meter long and two fingers wide.
Its edge was narrow and its ridge shallow, thin as paper and translucent as jade.
Yue Yang had forged this treasured sword through an unimaginable—indeed, impossible—method. No matter who saw it, they could not imagine that it had been made from Godslayer Secret Metal, a material even gods found difficult to gnaw through. Previously, when Yue Yang had used Godslayer Secret Metal to forge armor, even after exhausting all his efforts, he could only make that sort of "clumsy" heavy armor—purple-black, thick, weighty, and hard. Though its defensive power defied heaven, Feng Xian Beauty and the others had not liked it at all. Who could have imagined that the same Godslayer Secret Metal, crafted by the same person but through a different method, could undergo such an earth-shaking transformation?
Not to mention anyone else—even Yue Yang himself stood there in a daze, holding the sword in his hands.
For a long while.
He still could not accept the reality of what he had created with his own hands.
It was not that he was dissatisfied. The surprise was simply too great, leaving him as if he had fallen into a dream, afraid to believe so readily that the truth could be this blissful.
"Formed with a single thought? So this is how gods create things. It really can be done this way..." Feng Xian Beauty murmured distractedly. Dressed in a nightgown, the pair of enormous weapons on her chest nearly slew everyone present in an instant.
"So that's how it is! Godslayer Secret Metal