Deep within Bluestone Mountain stood the Sword-Forging Pool.
In a world of scorching crimson, golden lightning and pitch-black power spilled ceaselessly from the Sword-Forging Pool.
Hairinbō was drenched in sweat, his techniques shifting constantly as he tempered the Thunder Rage Sword at the very center of the Sword-Forging Pool.
Mingye stood calmly, watching Hairinbō's sword-forging techniques with interest. This method of controlling fire to temper a blade was clearly his own creation.
Hairinbō possessed tremendous talent for forging swords; otherwise, he would never have become Tōtōsai's disciple. Later, their differing philosophies on crafting weapons had caused master and disciple to fall out.
But Hairinbō's craftsmanship was truly superb. Perhaps his current skill was no longer inferior to Tōtōsai's.
Chongli's eyes gleamed as well. He had seen Tōtōsai forge weapons before. The two swordsmiths indeed used different techniques, but each had his own style.
I wonder if Hairinbō could forge this Bone Club of mine into a Ruyi Jingu Bang...
Watching Hairinbō pour everything into refining the sword, Chongli once again felt the urge to strengthen his own weapon. Perhaps Hairinbō's different approach might make it possible.
"Rise!"
Hairinbō shouted, and the Thunder Rage Sword abruptly rose from the blazing lava and subterranean flames. Golden lightning suddenly blazed forth, filling the entire Sword-Forging Pool with terrifying thunderbolts.
Amid the golden lightning, the shadow of a pitch-black crescent moon slowly rose. A crescent moon ascended from a sea of lightning, and the moment this strange phenomenon appeared, the skies above Bluestone Mountain changed dramatically.
As though drawn by an immense force, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth surged wildly into the transforming Thunder Rage Sword.
Hairinbō and Chongli retreated frantically. Only Mingye remained standing where he was, every surge of lightning and crescent-moon power veering around him.
He could feel the