First Immortal of Destiny

Chapter 150: Sword Name "Yao Guang"

"Finally melted!"

Shen Mo's spirits lifted as he muttered to himself.

In the past, when forging, he had relied on the underground fire in the Star Peak, so there was no sense of difficulty.

Now, relying solely on his own spiritual power to provide the firewood needed for the Yin Ming Fire, even though he had made adequate preparations, he still felt a bit overwhelmed.

Fortunately, the pitch-black finger bones were eventually refined into spiritual liquid.

A small cluster of ink-black liquid floated quietly above the Yin Ming Fire.

It seemed to be alive, swirling around.

Previously, he couldn't feel it, but now Shen Mo clearly saw that the light around the finger bone spiritual liquid was as if it had been stained with black ink, appearing somewhat dim and dark.

No more delays.

He reached out and tapped the Northern Dipper Sword Embryo.

"Buzz!"

As the sword embryo trembled, it slowly floated beneath the black liquid of the finger bones.

While both were being burned by the Yin Ming Fire, Shen Mo's hand gestures flew, intricate and swift, like a butterfly dancing.

One after another, he cast his seals.

The black liquid of the finger bones dripped onto the small sword body like ink from a pen.

With each drop, Shen Mo saw a trace of black light silently seep into the sword embryo, making it even darker.

One drop.

Two drops.

Three drops.

The Northern Dipper Sword Embryo became increasingly pitch-black like the night.

Under Shen Mo's seals, complex inscriptions appeared.

As the last drop of the black liquid of the finger bones fell, the Northern Dipper Sword Embryo suddenly trembled and burst forth with an incredibly powerful aura of darkness.

Completely different from the killing intent of the Dragon Sparrow Sword.

It was a kind of tranquility and darkness that descended with the setting sun, shrouding the sky.

Shen Mo even had the illusion that it had become dark.

Retracting the Yin Ming Fire into his dantian, Shen Mo made a gesture and the still warm Northern Dipper Dao Sword hovered and fell into his palm.

"Not bad, it successfully transformed into a Profound Grade high-quality sword!"

Shen Mo couldn't help but play with the sword, which was about the length of his finger.

It moved agilely between his fingertips, resembling a lively black fish.

[Through forging, you have upgraded the Profound Grade low-quality "Northern Dipper Seven Stars Sword Embryo" to the Profound Grade high-quality "Yao Guang". You have gained new insights into the path of forging, and your forging experience has increased by 30.]

With the addition of the sword intent attribute, it was no longer just a sword embryo.

Naturally, it had a name.

Having melted the extreme intent of darkness, the sword embryo transformed into the Northern Dipper Seven Stars Sword "Yao Guang"!

The remaining six sword embryos also had names after their transformation.

With a casual gesture, the six remaining sword embryos flew out.

Under Shen Mo's thoughts, he quickly arranged them into a sword formation.

After carefully comprehending it, Shen Mo discovered that the power of the Northern Dipper Seven Stars Sword Formation had probably increased by about fifty percent compared to before.

And the consumption of spiritual power was only about ten percent more than before.

In other words, without considering the complete formation of the sword formation, the power of the entire formation would increase seventeen times if Shen Mo could instantly upgrade the remaining sword embryos to Profound Grade high-quality...

The consumption of spiritual power would only be less than twice as much as before.

Moreover, with the increase in the experience bar of the "Northern Dipper Seven Stars Sword Formation" and Shen Mo's own cultivation realm, the power of the sword formation would continue to grow in the future.

"It's not in vain that I went to great lengths to find all kinds of treasures."

"The Northern Dipper Seven Stars Sword Formation did not disappoint me."

Just as Shen Mo was rehearsing the sword formation, suddenly, he sensed a sword light falling nearby.

"Boom!"

The sword energy raged, emitting a thunderous roar that could destroy anything in its path.

Large pieces of broken house walls were blown away like leaves in a strong wind.

At the same time, Chen Mengze's voice of anger could be heard.

"Will you ever stop?" Shen Mo's face darkened.

He was all too familiar with this sword aura, it was the "Punishing Evil" sword intent of that disciple from the Tianjian Sect.

At this moment, Chen Mengze had already engaged him in combat.

With a flick of his finger.

The small black fish-like Dao Sword Yao Guang, along with six Beidou sword embryos, carried Shen Mo's anger and rushed towards the sword light.

In the blink of an eye, a formidable sword formation was set up, enveloping the figure in mid-air.

"Beidou Seven Stars Sword Formation. Rotate!" Shen Mo's voice carried a hint of sharpness.

Previously, he had escaped from a life-and-death battle with this person using a third-grade talisman.

Having escaped with his life, he still wasn't satisfied and came to seek death... so be it!

The six sword embryos in the formation were guided by the Dao Sword Yao Guang's aura.

Sword lights filled the air, exuding a dark aura, like starlight pouring down from the Milky Way under the dark night sky, mysterious and serene, appearing even more dazzling.

In an instant.

The seven-star sword lights had already struck the cultivator in the formation thousands of times.

This disciple of the Tianjian Sect indeed had some skills. The heavy sword in his hand emitted a powerful sword energy, and with a flash of brilliance, it swept away a large number of sword lights.

And the remaining ones that struck him were all eliminated by his talismans, armor, and immortal techniques.

But that was all!

"Clang!"

"Clang clang!"

Under the onslaught of the sword formation, he was like a piece of raw material on an iron felt, constantly being hammered by large and small hammers.

And it was hundreds and thousands of hammers, all striking at the same time.

Shen Mo was confident that within ten breaths, he would exhaust all the power of talismans and magical treasures on him, turning his heavy sword into scrap and his body into a pile of minced meat.

"Wait a minute! Chen Junior Sister, is it Chen Junior Sister from the Linjiang Sect?"

Several figures flying on swords arrived one after another.

They were about to make a move to kill Shen Mo and rescue their fellow disciple trapped in the sword formation when the leading woman suddenly shouted.

Chen Mengze had just fought with Geng Zheng and used a newly acquired silk handkerchief magical treasure.

Upon hearing this, Chen Mengze looked through the hazy veil and saw the leading woman, then exclaimed in surprise, "Sister Jiang! Why is it you?"

Behind her, there were three disciples of the Tianjian Sect, all dressed in the attire of the sect.

Among them, the one with the highest cultivation level was Jiang Yingying, the senior sister mentioned by Chen Mengze.

Last year, when Chen Mengze went down the mountain to gain experience, she happened to meet Jiang Yingying, an inner disciple of the Tianjian Sect. They were of similar age and cultivation level, and quickly became close friends, forming a deep bond.

Never did they expect that when they met again, it would be in this situation!

"Don't go too far!" Chen Mengze snapped back to her senses and quickly called out to Shen Mo.

Not only her, but the three disciples of the Tianjian Sect also realized the formidable power of this sword formation. If they continued to hesitate, Geng Zheng, who was trapped in the formation, would probably be in danger!

Since Shen Mo had been paying attention to their every move since Jiang Yingying and the others arrived, he was well-prepared.

Upon hearing Chen Mengze's "hint," a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

With a wave of his sleeve, the Beidou Seven Stars Sword Formation roared, and amidst the clanging of metal, seven sword lights converged into his sleeve.

As for the Tianjian Sect disciple Geng Zheng, his heavy sword was filled with large and small gaps, becoming broken and tattered.

His clothes were also torn and tattered, not much better than a beggar on the street.

A pale color appeared on Geng Zheng's face. He took out a piece of clothing from his Qiankun bag, put it on, and flew back to Jiang Yingying's side on his flying sword.

He was also someone who knew when to admit defeat!

"Sister Jiang, this is my fellow junior brother Shen Mo..." Chen Mengze introduced.

(End of this chapter)