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

Chapter 791 The Primordial Ancestors Gather

"What exactly is its background?"

The Divine Netherworld Flame also began to panic.

I thought it would go very smoothly, but now I'm stuck at the first hurdle.

It can't even melt.

Song Wanning was also puzzled.

But the more this is the case, the more it demonstrates the extraordinary nature of this thing.

If it were incorporated into sword forging, it would certainly be of great benefit.

Now we just need to figure out a way to melt it.

Since the fire pool cannot melt it directly, we need to consider other approaches.

Song Wanning then tried to activate the flame pool and concentrate the firepower.

After failing to see any results, Song Wanning decided to try blood refining.

It's like refining a treasure.

Without hesitation, she forced out a mouthful of blood and dripped it onto the stone.

The blood was not absorbed by the stone; it remained motionless on its surface.

Just when Song Wanning thought this move would be ineffective, she saw that the stone covered in blood was showing signs of melting.

Her eyes lit up, and she immediately increased the heat, beginning to melt it with all her might.

But once the blood was used up, the stone stopped moving again.

It seems that it must be attached to blood to melt.

Song Wanning frowned and began to force out blood again and again, all of which landed on the stone.

With the help of the blood, the stone gradually melted away.

Until the very last bit melted, Song Wanning was almost at her breaking point.

She dared not relax, and forced herself to gather all the necessary substances together before daring to take the pill.

His pale face gradually recovered.

The first step is now complete.

Song Wanning let out a long sigh and began to thoroughly fuse the various substances in the pool of flames.

Then he took out the lump of sword clay and placed it on the forging table.

What follows is a long forging process.

Song Wanning already had her own design in mind, and she went through the forging process in her mind before slowly starting to forge.

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As the day drew closer, the sect became increasingly lively.

Some disciples from nearby sects arrived early and occasionally sparred with the disciples of the Wuji Sect.

After all, all the sects have been working hard to improve the strength of their disciples during this period, so everyone's strength has greatly improved.

The entire Wuji Sect was bustling with activity.

The sect leader was also busy greeting the guests.

Only Feng Jiuxiao and Immortal Venerable Moyang played chess while waiting for Song Wanning's good news.

The sooner the spirit sword is forged, the sooner Song Wanning's strength can improve.

If the intruder is actually identified, it might come in handy.

Time flew by and it was already three days before the Conferment Ceremony. Feng Jiuxiao couldn't help but tease Immortal Venerable Moyang.

"Those people all came for you, why don't you go out and greet them?"

In the past few days, several important Primordial Ancestors, including the patriarchs and quasi-saints of the Wuji Sect, have visited and accompanied me.

Only the main character of the ceremony remained here, motionless.

Immortal Venerable Moyang placed a chess piece down, his eyes remaining completely calm, but a faint light flashed in his raised eyes.

"Don't you know who those people came for?"

His answer surprised Feng Jiuxiao. "Junior Brother Moyang can even argue with people now, that's quite rare."

She smiled, a carefree air about her.

"I know perfectly well who those people came for."

"only……"

Before she could finish speaking, a murderous glint flashed in her eyes.

If any traitor dares to make a move, she will risk her life to drag them down with her.

Mo Yang Immortal Venerable's expression also darkened. Just as he was about to urge Feng Jiuxiao to make a move, a sudden change occurred in the house behind him.

A deafening roar was heard, followed by a beam of light that pierced the sky, creating a hole in the azure expanse.

Countless streams of immortal energy poured down from the air, all sweeping towards the direction of the house.

Like waterfalls of celestial energy cascading down, the surrounding disciples all looked on in astonishment.

When they realized it was in the direction of Song Wanning's house, the disciples couldn't help but show envious eyes again.

As for jealousy... not at all.

The gap is so large that all that's left is to look up in admiration; there's no room for envy.

Feng Jiuxiao smiled and placed the chess piece down.

"I knew it, this girl wouldn't disappoint."

She looked up at the sky and said meaningfully, "This thing is probably more than just a magical artifact."

Immortal Venerable Moyang looked up and tacitly agreed with Feng Jiuxiao's statement.

This magical artifact is about to undergo a tribulation!

The two of them forgot about their chess game and had just stood up when a group of people came towards them.

The newcomers were a group of Primordial Ancestors of various shapes and sizes, and they were the first to sense that something was wrong.

Behind them followed powerful figures at the Quasi-Saint stage.

Everyone originally wanted to see Song Wanning, who was favored by Heaven, but when they arrived, they heard that she was in seclusion forging a sword.

Just when we were feeling regretful, this unexpected turn of events naturally drew everyone's attention.

The sect leaders, along with the other sect leaders, arrived late. Upon seeing so many people already there, a strange glint flashed in their eyes.

He quickly suppressed his anger, a smile spreading across his face.

"You seniors are really fast."

He made a joke and then stood aside.

Immortal Venerable Mo Yang and Feng Jiuxiao quickly bowed to everyone, for these people before them were the most powerful beings in the Immortal Realm!

It's just that not everyone has arrived yet!

"Hehe, I've been wanting to see that girl for a long time. I heard there's something strange happening on the peak where she is, so I have to hurry up and run."

Speaking of Wuji Ancestor, he is also an outstanding figure among the Hunyuan Ancestors, and the oldest.

He had a handsome face, and his black hair was simply tied back, making it impossible to tell that he was tens of thousands of years old.

"That's right, I also want to see what kind of stunt that girl can make by forging a sword."

A woman dressed in white with an effeminate appearance also laughed. She was Ancestor Yunwan, who was over ten thousand years old and could be considered a young genius among the Primordial Ancestors.

Everyone was laughing and joking, and it looked very harmonious.

While listening, Immortal Venerable Moyang and Feng Jiuxiao secretly observed the group.

Could the intruder be inside, or did they not come at all?
But even if the intruders wanted to hide it, they couldn't tell; they still had to rely on Song Wanning.

The two quickly abandoned their suspicions and looked towards the house where Song Wanning was.

Suddenly, a sound came from the house, and then more and more immortal power surged into the house like madmen.

Inside the room, Song Wanning was intently inscribing the last array pattern.

She was completely unaware of the changes that had occurred outside; all she could see were the remaining array patterns.

She seemed to hear Feng Jiuxiao's guidance in her ears. She gathered the immortal power, chaotic energy, and lightning power in her body into a single force, and then carefully carved it.