At the edge of the Thunder Mountain Range.
A streak of pale light crossed the sky.
Qian Daochen stood with his hands behind his back at the front of a broad sword-shaped shadow.
His white robes stirred in the wind.
The rust covering the sword's blade was clearly visible in the sunlight.
The Fire Dragon King and Ice Dragon King had shrunk to the size of palms.
The two dragons perched on Qian Daochen's shoulders, one on each side.
The Fire Dragon King's scales were crimson.
Tiny flames flowed along his horns.
The Ice Dragon King was azure from head to tail.
A fine layer of ice crystals covered the edges of his wings.
The two Dragon Kings who had once roamed the Divine Realm looked less imposing now, and far more delicate.
The Fire Dragon King raised his head and looked ahead.
Thunderclouds had appeared at the edge of their vision.
"My lord, is that the Thunder Mountain Range ahead?"
"Yes."
Qian Daochen gripped the Ancient Sword at his waist.
"On Thunder Mountain, in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's territory, there's a Heavenly Thunder Stone."
"I intend to use it to sharpen the sword."
The Ice Dragon King looked at the Ancient Sword.
He already knew Qian Daochen meant to forge a new sword for Qian Daoliu.
The materials sent by the imperial family were precious, but they were still mortal materials.
To truly forge them into a divine weapon, they would need to be tempered by a higher power.
The Fire Dragon King commanded Ultimate Fire.
The Ice Dragon King commanded ultimate frost.
One searing hot, the other bitterly cold.
Together, they could temper the sword blank again and again, purging the impurities from its materials.
Then the Heavenly Thunder Stone could hone its edge.
Only then