For two days straight, Han Shuo stayed in the Death Cemetery. He sat cross-legged amid the white bones, the Demon-Slaying Edge floating before his chest as streaks of blazing lightning coiled around it.
Holding his breath and focusing his mind, Han Shuo watched the Demon-Slaying Edge calmly. From time to time, he sent dim streaks of Demonic Fire from his hands or bit his finger to drip in a few drops of Natal Blood Essence. Slowly, he used the Demonic Nascent Soul within him to guide his Demonic Essence, nourishing the Demon-Slaying Edge over and over.
Han Shuo held rare metallic ores in both hands. Two masses of bright red flame engulfed his palms, the terrifying heat of the Demonic Fire slowly melting the exceptionally hard ores into multicolored liquids that flowed into the Demon-Slaying Edge floating before his chest.
Before his Demonic Nascent Soul had formed, Han Shuo lacked the strength to refine Demonic Treasures, so he had entrusted the forging of the Demon-Slaying Edge's basic shape to master Dwarven smiths. Following his wishes, the Dwarves had incorporated some of the sharpest metals into the Demon-Slaying Edge, taking several days and nights to finish it.
The Demon-Slaying Edge, which had cost Han Shuo a fortune and been painstakingly forged by the Dwarves, had indeed proven exceptionally sharp. Ordinary metal weapons invariably broke in two beneath a single slash.
However, sharpness alone was not enough for a true Demonic Treasure. It needed special abilities to qualify as a treasure.
The Demon-Slaying Edge was one of the great deadly weapons in Chu Canglan's memories. Only once it had truly been refined, and was wielded by a Demonic Cultivator in the Bloodlust Realm, could it display its extraordinary powers. The word "slaying" in its name indicated that its abilities were inseparable from