The crazy uncle-master went on a killing spree, and the whole sect was burned to death!

Chapter 790 Forging the Sword Again
She practiced very smoothly and quickly forged all the low-grade materials.

It wasn't until the difficulty gradually increased that Song Wanning began to struggle.

...

Every day at the summit, everyone could hear the sounds of ping-pong.

But no one cared; everyone was focused on the grand conferment ceremony that the sect was preparing to hold.

The sect was decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers everywhere, and even the allowances for ordinary disciples were increased, making every disciple very happy.

At the same time, I felt honored to be a part of it.

The conferment ceremony was scheduled to take place two months later, in order to give immortals from more distant places time to prepare.

After all, this grand ceremony wasn't just for showing off; there were more important things to do.

In a cave, a shadowy figure exhaled a long, stale breath.

Because the injured divine soul has finally been repaired.

A greeting suddenly came from the doorway.

The man slowly opened his eyes and asked with a slight parting of his thin lips, "What is it?"

"Ancestor, Mo Yang of Wuji Sect has advanced to Quasi-Saint. Wuji Sect will hold a Saint Conferment Ceremony and invites the great masters of all sects to attend."

A response came from the doorway.

The man's expression darkened.

Moyang...

It's Mo Yang again.

He had a very deep impression of this man.

He had only recently ascended to the rank of Quasi-Saint!

A dark glint flashed in the man's eyes, and then he thought of Song Wanning.

"The Wuji Sect... is quite interesting."

"Are there any other sect elders who went?"

He asked aloud.

"The patriarchs of more than ten sects have already agreed to go."

The answer at the door surprised him.

Upon further reflection, I immediately realized the key point.

These old guys must be extremely curious about that Song Wanning, right?
"Ah."

The man smirked. If Song Wanning could pique the curiosity of so many big shots, then she must have some skill.

I just don't know if they'll recognize me.

A sinister glint flashed in the man's eyes.

He needs to think this over carefully.

...

"boom--"

With a heavy hammer blow, Song Wanning's eyes seemed to shine, each strike triggering a soul-stirring resonance.

Immortal Venerable Moyang watched from the side, the corners of his mouth unconsciously turning up, his eyes unable to contain his admiration.

He gazed at Song Wanning quietly, his eyes softening unconsciously.

I never imagined I would have such patience one day.

His ability to see through the illusion of the ruthless path was also thanks to Song Wanning.

In a daze, he seemed to see that little girl, full of fierce energy, struggling with her inner demons.

Even though she was almost controlled by her inner demons, she still refused to give in and fought against them little by little.

At that time, he knew that this little girl had a bright future.

Now she has stepped into the spotlight, and even those powerful forces have to be wary of her.

These are all the results of her continuous efforts.

...

"Om-"

A buzzing sound rang out, and Song Wanning awoke from the resonance. The materials in her hands had returned to their most primitive state and could be shaped at will.

Song Wanning showed a satisfied expression and then asked Immortal Venerable Moyang for the next steps.

This learning process lasted for more than a month.

Song Wanning has mastered the basic forging techniques and is ready to forge her own spirit sword.

She happily thanked Immortal Venerable Moyang and then ran to the top of Phoenix Nine Heavens Peak.

Feng Jiuxiao pulled her close and began explaining the formation, which made Song Wanning's eyes grow brighter and brighter.

Once she fully understood, she rushed back to her room.

The door closed, and Song Wanning took out the materials she had prepared beforehand and placed them on the table.

Then she took out the longsword that had always been with her, and the strange stone.

When Song Wanning took out the stone again, her heart pounded. She sensed the strange energy on it and was shocked.

She had a feeling that adding this to the spirit sword would bring unexpected benefits.

With high hopes, Song Wanning began to forge the sword according to the steps.

This time, instead of forging it on the original basis, she planned to completely melt down the spirit sword, add new materials, and then forge it anew.

Besides stones, she also had many good materials, many of which were obtained from the sect's treasury.

It was said that the privilege was given to her by the Primordial Ancestor, and she didn't hesitate to exchange it all for things she could use.

Now, everything is ready except for the final push.

After getting ready, Song Wanning took a deep breath and calmed down completely before starting to fuse the sword.

Just as she was about to make a move, she suddenly thought of the pool of flames.

There is no fire more powerful than the fire in the pool of flames.

Now that she can control the flame pool with the Divine Netherworld Fire, she can naturally control the temperature of the fire as well.

So Song Wanning abandoned the old refining furnace and instead moved the flame pool out and placed it in the center of the room.

The raging flames instantly turned the entire room a fiery red, and the surrounding air was filled with the scorching heat of the fire, creating a restless atmosphere.

The room was very quiet, with only the sound of the flames burning.

Song Wanning's eyes narrowed. She touched the long sword in her hand, a hint of reluctance flashing in her eyes, and then threw it into the pool of flames without hesitation.

As soon as the spirit sword fell into the pool, it was instantly melted by the flames of the pool.

She handled the materials with utmost care, not daring to relax even for a moment.

If a mistake is made, these materials will be completely melted and disappear.

In that case, it would be a case of losing more than you gain.

Song Wanning then carefully used her divine sense to control the materials on the control panel, placing them one by one into the pool of flames.

After the material melts, it is carefully piled together with the previous material.

Repeating this step over and over again, everything went smoothly.

Song Wanning's brows furrowed instantly when the stone inside the egg flowed into the pool of flames.

Because that stone was able to withstand the scorching heat of the fire pit, without showing any signs of melting, and not even the outer skin was affected.

Song Wanning's heart sank. She carefully separated a wisp of her divine sense and controlled the concentration of the flame near the stone to increase continuously.

She focused intently on heating the stone, hoping to melt it as soon as possible.

But as time passed, the stone remained motionless, without any change.

She had to intensify her efforts once again.

...

A bead of sweat rolled down Song Wanning's forehead, and her eyes became even more cautious.

She completely released the original temperature of the fire pool.

Instantly, the entire room became unbearably hot, and Song Wanning was soon drenched in sweat, her vision blurred by the sweat, making it difficult to see clearly.

The air itself seemed to distort, as if heat was rising everywhere.

But the stone remained unmoved, unchanged.

"What's going on? This thing is so stubborn!"