Only after becoming emperor did he realize he was in a fantasy world of immortal cultivation.

The sun always rises and sets, and today is no exception.

Lin Yuan was preparing to return to his residence from the weapon-refining hall as usual.

However, at this moment, they sensed movement from the sound transmission talisman inside the storage bag.

Lin Yuan immediately summoned a sound transmission talisman and looked closely.

It was the one He Buxi gave me.

Lin Yuan didn't think much of it and wiped upwards with his right hand.

The talisman immediately transformed into spiritual light.

Only a familiar voice remained—"Junior Brother Lin, I am feeling the constraints of a bottleneck and must go into seclusion to explore the Great Dao. I fear I will no longer be able to assist you. I hope you will understand."

Lin Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly. In seclusion?

After a moment's thought, he understood.

There was absolutely no need for He Buxi to tell him about the seclusion.

After all, if he were to go into seclusion now, the matter of the Wind-Stabilizing Stone would be difficult to resolve.

He is very likely to choose not to wait any longer.

It seems... He Buxi had ulterior motives for spreading this message.

The faint, shimmering light had not yet dispersed, but instead drifted into Lin Yuan's eyes.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Yuan's spiritual light dispersed and then reunited, growing ever brighter.

He thought it was time to forge the last magical artifact.

Half an hour later, Lin Yuan returned to his residence and went straight into the weapon-refining room.

He then sat cross-legged in front of the stove and gently patted the storage bag at his waist with his right hand.

A flash of purple lightning accompanied by a deep rumble of thunder appeared, and a piece of wood about four feet long, charred black but with faint purple-gold wood grain, floated in front of him.

It was the "millennial lightning-struck wood" that had been taken from the weapon-refining room of the weapon-refining hall.

This wood survived the baptism of heavenly lightning without being destroyed. Instead, it locked a trace of the power and vitality of the lightning in its core, containing pure and violent lightning-attribute spiritual power. It is truly an excellent material for refining weapons.

Lin Yuan channeled spiritual energy through his fingertips, transforming it into an invisible carving knife. He carefully began to peel away the completely carbonized outer part of the lightning-struck wood, taking only the core, the heartwood that shimmered with a purplish-gold hue and faintly crackled with electricity.

This process requires extreme precision, preserving both the complete power of the lightning and the vitality of the wood, while avoiding damage to its internal structure.

Fine black and purple-gold wood chips flew around, and the wood core gradually revealed its true form. It was about three feet long and as thick as an infant's arm. It was purple-gold all over, with lightning patterns growing on its own. Holding it in your hand, you could feel the surging power of lightning spirit and a vigorous and upward life force within it.

After treating the lightning-struck wood core, Lin Yuan placed it aside to rest and recover.

Immediately afterwards, he took out the jade box containing the flowing gold sand.

Lifting the lid, dark golden sand lay quietly, its sharp aura almost emanating from the box.

Lin Yuan pointed his fingers like a sword, drawing upon a wisp of his own pure spiritual power, which acted like the most skillful sieve, carefully polishing the flowing gold sand.

What he needed to do was not simply smelt it, but to use the secret techniques he learned from Master Yu to stimulate its spirituality of "breaking wind" and "breaking solidity," and to remove any extremely weak impurities and violent energy that it might contain.

The fine, shimmering light washed over the gold sand like ripples on water, making a soft "shush" sound. The luster on the surface of the gold sand became more restrained and profound, yet its sharpness was even more pronounced.

After completing these preliminary steps, Lin Yuan's expression became even more solemn.

He took out the last and most crucial material—the "Wind-Fixing Stone".

This is a fist-sized, irregularly shaped, multifaceted bluish-gray stone with a smooth, warm surface and a slightly cool touch.

Strangely, no matter how the indoor air moves, it immediately becomes incredibly stable when you get within an inch of the wind-stabilizing stone, as if an invisible force has "fixed" the wind.

What Lin Yuan needed to do was to perfectly extract the core spiritual essence of the Wind-Fixing Stone—the fragment of the "Wind-Fixing" law—and integrate it into the flying sword.

He formed a hand seal, and streams of pure spiritual energy, like silk threads, wrapped around the wind-stabilizing stone, slowly permeating and communicating in an extremely gentle yet resilient manner.

The surface of the bluish-gray stone began to glow with a soft bluish light, as if a miniature storm was stagnating and surrendering inside.

The preparations took nearly two hours. When Lin Yuan's forehead was covered in a fine sweat again, all the materials had been processed to their best condition.

"Get it out of the oven!"

He let out a low shout, and the spiritual power that had been gathering momentum surged forth.

A spiritual fire suddenly ignited beneath the refining furnace, the reddish-blue flames rising rapidly as the temperature soared.

Then his gaze shifted to the refining materials floating in the air.

With a flick of his wrist, the purple-gold lightning-struck wood core and the dark-gold flowing gold sand were simultaneously thrown into the blazing furnace.

When lightning strikes wood and it comes into contact with fire, it does not burn. Instead, it bursts out with even stronger purple lightning, which intertwines and fights against the flames, producing a crackling sound.

The flowing gold sand quickly turns into a liquid golden liquid under high temperature, but still retains an amazing sharpness, like the essence of melted gold.

Lin Yuan was completely focused, pushing his perception technique to its limit, his hands moving with lightning speed, precisely controlling the heat and the input of spiritual energy.

He had to find a balance in the confrontation, allowing the vitality of the lightning-struck wood and the power of lightning, the sharpness and magic-breaking properties of the flowing gold sand, to slowly and painstakingly merge under the guidance of high temperature and his spiritual power.

Inside the furnace, light flashed wildly, thunder rumbled faintly, and the sounds of metal clashing were incessant.

This was an extremely mentally taxing process. Lin Yuan's face turned slightly pale, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's.

After an unknown amount of time, the struggle within the furnace gradually subsided, and a strange liquid, shimmering with purple-gold lightning and containing a flowing dark gold luster, slowly took shape, emanating a terrifying aura that was both violent and sharp.

It's now!

Lin Yuan's gaze sharpened, and the core spiritual essence of the Wind-Stabilizing Stone—a pale blue ball of light that was constantly twisting and trying to calm down and was already prepared—was steadily injected into the ball of purple-gold liquid inside the furnace!

"melt!"

The moment the spirit of the Wind-Stabilizing Stone was absorbed, a sudden change occurred!

The originally raging power of thunder and metal within the furnace seemed to have encountered its nemesis, and suddenly froze.

The power of wind control took effect, forcibly calming and soothing the restless thunder spirit and golden sharpness!

Three powerful forces collided, entangled, and suppressed each other, and finally, at some mysterious point of equilibrium, began to try to merge!

Lin Yuan felt immense pressure, sweating profusely as his spiritual energy surged wildly within him, maintaining a delicate balance inside the furnace.

He not only had to control the heat, but also used his pure spiritual power as a binder and harmonizer to guide these three unruly forces to truly merge into one.

Time slips away in intense focus.

Finally, the light inside the furnace gradually stabilized, and the color changed from the initial chaos to a deep purplish-blue, like the sky before a storm, with specks of dark gold starlight shimmering within, exuding a complex aura of "swiftness, sharpness, and composure".

The characteristics of the three main materials have been perfectly combined!

Lin Yuan dared not relax in the slightest, knowing that the most crucial shaping and internal spiritual network inscription were about to begin.

He focused his mind, using his own spiritual power as a brush and the fused material liquid as ink, and began to outline the shape of the flying sword.

Under his guidance, the liquid inside the furnace, which was a mixture of blue, purple, and gold, slowly stretched and shaped... The prototype of a flying sword, about three feet and three inches long, with a slender and smooth blade and a slight curve, gradually appeared.

The sword's spine is straight, with hidden wind and thunder patterns.

At the blade, the essence of flowing gold sand condenses, giving the edge a dark gold sharpness that can cut through anything.

With the prototype complete, Lin Yuan immediately began the most crucial and meticulous step—inscribing the internal spiritual network!

This determines the flying sword's final attribute bias, spiritual energy circulation efficiency, and special abilities.

He forced out several strands of pure spiritual energy from his fingertips, condensing them into hair-like strands, and carefully "carved" them inside the still not fully solidified sword blade.

The core of the spiritual energy network he depicted revolves around the three elements of "wind," "thunder," and "metal."

The direction, depth, and connection of each spiritual vein must be precise and in accordance with the natural energy pathways formed after the materials are fused together. Lin Yuan pushed his perception technique to its limit; veins bulged on his forehead, and his face was as pale as paper, but his hands remained as steady as a rock.

When the final, intricate spiritual vein connecting the core essence of the Wind-Stabilizing Stone was completed—

"Clang!!!"

A clear and melodious sword cry, like the cry of a phoenix and the roar of a dragon, suddenly erupted from the weapon-refining furnace!

The furnace lid was blown open by an invisible wave of air, and a long sword with a deep purplish-blue color, dark gold lightning patterns flowing across its blade, and the surrounding air spontaneously stagnating while faint arcs of electricity flickered, leaped out of the furnace and hovered in mid-air in the weapon-refining room.

The moment the sword was completed, the room moved without wind, spiritual energy surged, and the faint sounds of wind and thunder accompanied it.

Lin Yuan breathed a long sigh of relief; the sword was complete.

He beckoned, and the flying sword, as if imbued with life, let out a soft hum, transforming into a streak of blue-purple light that obediently landed in his palm.

The sword was slightly cool to the touch, yet its texture was neither metal nor wood, which was quite peculiar.

As you hold it, you can clearly feel the perfect fusion of the three forces: the lightness of the wind, the ferocity of thunder, and the sharpness of metal. It moves smoothly and effortlessly, and there is also an invisible force of "stillness" contained within it, which calms the mind of the swordsman.

"A superior flying sword..." Lin Yuan smiled and murmured to himself, "I'll call you... 'Thunderous Storm'."

The sword trembled slightly in response, its blue-purple light swirling, and the sounds of wind and thunder faintly appeared.