The transformation of divine objects requires humans.

The body flashes to form things, and the flashing objects take shape.

Putting the soul into the sword, it looks like crazy.

A hundred times...

A thousand times...

Ten thousand times...

Finally, exhausted, he collapsed on the edge of the fire pool, leaning on the sword-making platform and gasping for air.

He carried the water jar and poured ice water from the cold pool onto the sword embryo on the sword-making platform. He heard a "boom" and a wave of heat rushed up.

He waved his hands to dissipate the heat and looked down at the sword embryo in his hand. The shape was even uglier than before it was forged.

The black sword embryo is covered with hammer marks of varying sizes.

"Surely, this heavy sword cannot be forged in a day!" He muttered weakly, threw the sword embryo on the sword-making platform, carried the water jar, and climbed up step by step.

"I'm exhausted, go back and take a shower and go to bed." He shouted as he walked, not looking serious.

He had a feeling of relief, which was completely different from the feeling of forging the Qiushui Sword before.
Chapter completed!