Qian Daochen took a step forward.
Clear light carried him down before the stone stele.
The Fire Dragon King flew from his shoulder.
It circled the stele once.
"Is this the Heavenly Thunder Stone?"
"Why did the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan carve it into a stele?"
Qian Daochen looked up.
A line of ancient characters, now blurred with age, was carved into the front of the stele.
[Our ancestor received guidance from a great master.] [This stone was born of heavenly thunder. Future generations must not damage it.]
After reading the inscription, Qian Daochen shook his head slightly.
"That Blue Lightning ancestor was a thoughtful lad."
Back then, he had merely offered a few casual pointers.
Yet the man had preserved the Heavenly Thunder Stone to this day.
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had even worshipped it for generations, never disturbing it in the slightest.
The Ice Dragon King landed atop the stele.
Lightning flashed past it.
A fine layer of lightning immediately spread across its azure scales.
"Master, will you forge the sword first, or sharpen it?"
"Sharpen it first."
Qian Daochen gripped the Ancient Sword at his waist.
"It's lain dormant for too long."
"It's time it got some exercise."
The Ancient Sword slowly left its sheath.
The blade was plain and old.
Patches of rust covered its edge.
There was no dazzling glow.
Nor were there any intricate markings.
The Fire Dragon King studied the Ancient Sword for a moment.
"Master, is this really a Super Divine Artifact?"
Qian Daochen did not answer.
He laid the Ancient Sword against the Heavenly Thunder Stone.
Its rust-speckled edge scraped lightly across the stele.
Clang!
A sword's cry rang throughout the Thunder Mountain Range.
The Ancient Sword trembled gently in Qian Daochen's hand.
It had lain