After returning to his cave abode, Song Yan rested for the time being.
The night passed without incident.
Early the next morning, Song Yan sat cross-legged in the Cultivation Room, a Flying Sword lying horizontally before him.
Spiritual light flowed along its blade, with faint strands of Sword Qi winding around it.
Calling it a Flying Sword was not quite accurate, for it was actually a mundane sword.
The Sacrificial Qilin Lord.
By now, Song Yan had finished refining it.
Although Song Yan had known from the start that it was a mundane weapon, it was, after all, a blade that a senior Sword Cultivator had used all the way to the late Foundation Establishment stage, only replacing it upon breaking through to Golden Core.
He had kept feeling that there ought to be something special about it, or some hidden secret.
But there was nothing.
True enough, how could all the good things in the world fall into his lap alone?
Still, in terms of the sword's toughness alone, it had already reached the level of most low-grade Law Artifacts.
The Sword Qi and Spiritual Power it could bear were also about on par with ordinary low-grade Law Artifacts.
Perhaps that was because the senior had once fused a Qilin scale into it.
"To use a Qilin scale on a piece of ordinary iron..."
Senior Nie really had been free and unrestrained.
Song Yan admitted that, in this respect, his state of mind truly had yet to reach the realm of those seniors.
Fusing some mundane forging materials into a Law Artifact would not diminish its might by much.
Yet fusing an Artifact Refining material into a Mortal Weapon, while greatly enhancing its might, would not change its fundamental nature as a Mortal Weapon.
As he recalled Nie Chao,