Madam, please ascend.

Chapter 188: The Divine Sword Appears
The person who has cut the most swords in the world is not a sword cultivator, but a swordsmith.

They forge swords every day, but only a few of them are satisfactory. In order to prevent the defective products from entering the world, they throw these discarded swords into the sword furnace and melt them into gold and iron slurry again.

However, unlike the sword tombs that collected broken and old swords, the sword furnace not only destroyed those useless swords, but also merged them together, "reborn" them into the world in other forms, preparing for the creation of the next magic weapon in the future.

Therefore, the sword furnace here exudes a sense of heroism.

Those swords, like the swordsmiths, were thrown into the furnace of heaven and earth in order to create a truly peerless sword.

Just as Yun Yi and Wang Shenlai were trying to use their spiritual thoughts to probe into the interior of the giant cauldron, a sudden change occurred.

An unparalleled force surged like a heartbeat, shaking the giant cauldron with every beat.

The sound came from the cauldron, spreading and hitting the surrounding mountain walls, causing the originally solid underground space to begin to shake.

Wang Shenlai roared, "The villa has reached a critical moment of life and death. As the owner of the villa, what are you waiting for?!"

No one answered, only loud noises one after another.

when!
when!
when!
Yun Yi's pupils shrank as he realized that his feet were unstable. The giant tripod had been covered with cracks without him noticing.

He grabbed Wang Shenlai, who was still shouting angrily, and moved him to a raised rock on a high place.

The next moment, countless sword energies suddenly gushed out from the cauldron. The swords were so sharp that they cut through solid rocks like cutting melons and vegetables. After a while of circling, they rushed out of the ground directly.

In an instant, the sword furnace was exposed, and above his head was no longer the mountain rocks that blocked out the sun, but the vast blue sky!

No one knew where this sword energy came from, nor where it was going. It continued to rise until it rushed into the sky, dispersing the annoying dark clouds, and then stopped.

When the people in the Sword-Forging Villa saw this, they stopped fighting and gathered at the circular gap above the sword furnace.

They stared at the huge tripod, but no one dared to rush down first.

Because a force filled with deathly silence is spreading, people can't help but feel fear, as if they are really seeing the true appearance of "death".

Suffocation, cardiac arrest, loss of five senses and consciousness, everyone who came into contact with this power became a dying person. Cold sweat immediately soaked their whole body, and great fear was entangled in their hearts.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the giant tripod finally could no longer hold on, the cracks on its surface continued to expand, and the gold and iron slurry flowed out through the cracks.

The nameless flame under the giant cauldron also changed from red to black and white, looking extremely strange.

The heartbeat-like sound did not stop, and as the liquid in the cauldron became less and less, the sound became clearer and clearer.

A figure finally emerged from the water.

This man was covered in gold and blood, his lower body missing, leaving only his upper body standing in the air. He was completely naked, holding a ball of black and white light in one hand and a huge hammer in the other.

His arms were strong and knotty, and he hit the strange light with the hammer again and again.

But no matter what, no one present could see clearly what that ball of light was.

That must be the divine sword, but why does it look like this?

If the divine sword has not yet been forged, how do we explain the current strange phenomena in heaven and earth?

Wang Shenlai stared at the man with wide eyes and said softly, "Dad..."

Zhu Yong seemed to sense something, and suddenly reached out in the direction where Wang Shen was coming, and then grabbed his son to his side.

At this time, the giant tripod was empty and the flames underneath had gone out.

The father and son stood side by side, and the atmosphere was weird.

Zhu Yong asked, "What can you sense from here?" Wang Shenlai stared at the intertwining black and white lights and said, "Life and death."

"What is life?"

"I... can't explain it, but I seem to feel the breath of my mother."

Zhu Yong said: "That's right, she sacrificed herself to forge the Eight Bitterness Sword for me. Now I have completely destroyed the Eight Bitterness Sword and integrated it into it."

Wang Shenlai was surprised and asked, "You are willing to destroy the Eight Bitterness Sword?"

That was a divine sword capable of bringing one into harmony with the Dao, and it was forged by my mother at the cost of her life. How could my father be willing to part with it?!
Zhu Yong said, "I found the notes left by the old owner of the manor, which recorded a method of sword-making that even he had never tried before."

"You took this path?"

"Life has eight sufferings and nine difficulties, and the Eight Sufferings Sword comes from this!"

"What about Jiunan?"

"Ten years ago, I forged the Nine Difficulties Sword, but I asked the Great Elder, Bu, and Chen to cover it up for me, so no one knew about it."

Wang Shenlai suddenly realized, "That strange phenomenon also brought disaster to the villa, but in the end, nothing was done, and only Senior Brother Bu died because of it. So you've been preparing for this day!"

Zhu Yong said, "Because I already had a premonition that the teachings left by the old owner would work!"

"Have you done it now?"

"Come on, come on!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the practitioners surrounding him were all excited and were ready to fight to grab the sword.

The disciples of the villa were both excited and indignant. They lamented that the villa owner had finally forged a peerless sword, but it was a pity that it had attracted so many thieves.

Wang Shenlai asked, "Since the sword is almost finished, why do you look like that?"

He looked at his father. There was no smile on the man's face, only sorrow.

Zhu Yong said, "This sword is too strong. When I strike the final blow, I will be dead."

"You look like neither human nor ghost now. It's actually no different from being dead." Wang Shenlai looked at the man with only the upper body left, and his eyes became moist.

Zhu Yong said, "I will still be worried about you before I die."

Wang Shenlai: "I thought you didn't care about me at all."

"I never forced you to learn the art of sword-making because I was afraid you would follow my path." Zhu Yong's eyes were also golden, and two lines of golden tears flowed out. "Everyone in the villa loves you, and many of them share the same idea as me."

Zhu Yong sighed, "A swordsmith's life is trapped in the way of the sword, forging divine weapons and creating countless causes and effects. This is an unsolvable situation, and the swordsmith is destined to a bad end."

The people in the villa burst into tears when they heard this. They were deeply saddened by the sad past that was brought up.

Wang Shen said, "So Sword Forging Villa is not only a paradise for you, but also a prison. No one can escape from this place until you have forged a sword that you are truly satisfied with."

Zhu Yong said, "How many people in this world can truly achieve freedom and ease through cultivation? In the end, it's nothing more than a bigger cage. I don't feel like I've worked hard, I just feel... sorry for your mother, and you."

"What's the point of saying this now...it's too late."

"It's not too late. After all, I still have you, and the villa still has you."

After saying that, Zhu Yong suddenly protected Wang Shenlai behind him, raised one hand high, and smashed it down heavily at the ball of black and white light!

(End of this chapter)