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Finally, Xiao Yunji cried herself to sleep and fell into a deep sleep in Han Feng's arms.
Even when asleep,
Her delicate pink hands were still tightly clutching his shirt, and tear stains were still faintly visible on her round cheeks.
"Finally, she's stopped crying, phew!" Han Feng breathed a sigh of relief, his heart burning with hatred for that red-eyed, white-haired boy. His sister's incessant crying had caused him a lot of torment.
"You scheming Korean brat, you made me go to great lengths to please that girl, 993. One day I'll make you taste that same pain."
Suddenly, as if sensing something, he hurriedly took out the Furnace of Life and Death.
The core energy of the Furnace of Life and Death had mysteriously surged, and it had returned to normal operation.
"That guy seems to be no ordinary person," Han Feng mused.
After a moment, he gathered his thoughts and focused intently on controlling the Furnace of Life and Death, transmitting his will outwards.
"The Yang Furnace is activated, and the life-giving artifact is forged into the shape of a sword."
As Han Feng's will-driven command fell...
The Yang Furnace shone with divine brilliance, like the blazing sun in the sky, pouring out endless light. The mysterious source of power contained within it surged and crashed down like a flood breaking through a dam.
The rapid rate at which the energy was being depleted made Han Feng's heart pound, and cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.
"Hopefully this energy source can hold up."
In the blink of an eye, Han Feng, filled with anxiety and trepidation, felt as if decades had passed.
However, the refining process in the furnace of life and death will not be halted by his emotional fluctuations.
Soon after,
The intense light in the furnace vanished on its own.
Han Feng eagerly reached out and lifted the furnace lid. Immediately afterwards, a ferocious longsword, its entire body as red as blood, rose leisurely from the depths of the Yang Furnace.
It then shrinks back to its normal size on its own.
The sword was 150 feet long, even exceeding his current height.
The grotesque yet crystalline blood-red sword body, exuding a deep metallic texture, resembles a blood-red spiritual bamboo body compressed to the extreme at first glance.
The crimson patterns spreading across it are as mysterious and unpredictable as blood vessels and meridians.
Especially in those bamboo-like joints, curved and sharp blades extend outward like flat fangs, just like countless small blades growing from both sides of the main blade.
From a distance,
The blood-red, ferocious blade resembled a bloodthirsty demon saw with sparse serrations.
However, its tip is extremely thin and sharp, just like an ordinary sword.
The grotesque sword is 150 feet long, with a main body about 13 feet wide. Every ten feet, it extends into a pair of smaller, three-foot-long bamboo-joint blades.
Upon closer inspection, there are thirteen pairs of small sword blades branching from bamboo joints.
The tip of the sword is extremely sharp, and that is where the true edge of the sword lies;
The other end is connected to the hilt, which is shaped like a bamboo whip. The guard is like a bamboo leaf, red like congealed blood, and the pommel is like a bamboo root, full of chaotic vitality.
The sword hilt, which was thirty feet long, was so long that Han Feng could not fully grip it with both hands.
"The back of the sword is nearly a palm's width thick, while the blade is as thin as a cicada's wing."
"A sword of this size is probably comparable to Han Wen's giant sword, Juque. With my current physique, it would indeed be quite difficult for me to wield such a massive sword."
237. Devouring Sword
Even if it merely hovers quietly above the Yang Furnace of the Crucible of Life and Death.
Han Feng could also sense a fierce aura contained within the sword, but what surprised him even more was the powerful spirituality it contained.
If it weren't for the restraint of the Furnace of Life and Death, this sword would probably have already flown away on its own.
"Perhaps, before it flies away, it will devour me first?" A chilling thought suddenly popped into Han Feng's mind.
He shook his head, stopping his wild thoughts.
He communicated with the furnace with his mind to check the specific information of the material that had just been smelted.
Devouring Prison Sword
Weapon attributes: Blood, Poison, Illusion, Spirit
Weapon Type: Upgradable Attack Weapon
Additional traits: Resilience, Self-Healing, Sharpness, Spirit Gathering, Essence Devouring, Illusory Heart, Boiling Blood
Usage: It can only be used after being refined into a natal artifact using both spiritual power and blood. Soul binding will be automatically completed after refinement.
Refining Characteristics: The soul binding of a natal artifact is unique.
After reviewing the detailed information about the smelted material in the Yang Furnace, Han Feng had only one thought in his mind.
"A treasure of heaven and earth, its power is astonishing!"
This spiritual bamboo, naturally nurtured in an environment rich in spiritual energy, possesses a quality of exceptional strength as a base material, far surpassing that of ordinary materials.
However, the number and variety of natural wonders are scarce, and they mostly exist in places rarely visited by humans.
Among them, those of superior quality are extremely rare.
The number of truly legendary items that have survived to this day is extremely limited.
"If it weren't for the Forge of Life and Death, even if I were fortunate enough to encounter a rare treasure of heaven and earth, I wouldn't be able to make full use of it." Han Feng sighed softly, then regained his senses.
His gaze was fixed intently on the Devouring Sword, which hovered above the Furnace of Life and Death.
"If it weren't for the suppression of the Furnace of Life and Death, this Devouring Sword would probably have flown away on its own long ago."
"Such intense spirituality is truly rare in this world; it must have been refined from a spiritual object of heaven and earth. It seems I will have to pay even closer attention to news about spiritual objects from now on."
Looking around, I confirmed that the environment was relatively safe.
Han Feng no longer hesitated.
He drew his fine iron short sword, slashed his left thumb, and simultaneously mobilized his Xuanbing True Qi, sending it along the Lung Meridian of Hand-Taiyin to the Shaoshang acupoint.
Then, he gripped the hilt of the Devouring Prison Sword tightly with his left hand.
He let the Xuanbing True Qi within his body surge out from the Shaoshang acupoint, mixing with his own blood, and began to refine and fuse with the Devouring Prison Sword.
"boom!"
In that very instant,
The crimson sword energy erupted violently from the Devouring Prison Sword, like a dragon rising from the heavens, its terrifying and ferocious aura stirring up the surrounding spiritual energy, which then converged towards the sword.
It quickly coalesced into a huge, blurry, blood-red greatsword.
The sword tip pointed straight at the sky, as if it wanted to pierce through the heavens.
The winds and clouds changed color, shaking all directions.
The Devouring Sword instinctively resisted Han Feng's refining, but under the suppression of the Furnace of Life and Death, its fierce resistance was almost futile.
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Han Feng's face also quickly turned pale and bloodless.
The blood and Xuanbing True Qi within his body were being frantically devoured and absorbed by the Devouring Prison Sword, like a river bursting its banks, impossible to stop.
"This malevolent sword, is it really going to drain me dry?"
He couldn't help but feel a pang of regret, realizing he shouldn't have acted so rashly.
But at this moment, the blood refining process could not be stopped. More and more blood was being absorbed by the Devouring Sword, and the Xuanbing True Qi made the Devouring Sword exude a terrifying chill.
The giant, blood-red sword of spiritual energy that stands between heaven and earth.
At this moment, the surrounding area was filled with swirling winds, flashing lightning, and thunder. A terrifying and malevolent aura resonated with the heavens and earth, causing numerous calamities and strange phenomena to manifest in the world.
238. The Devouring Prison Descends, Darkening the Sky and Earth
The vast sky seemed to be covered by a crimson mist of blood.
The Demon Lord descended upon the world, plunging it into darkness.
Until Han Feng tried to take a step, his legs gave way and he lost his balance.
The Devouring Prison Sword in his hand gradually subsided its violent and ferocious aura, instead acquiring a strange sense of vitality. Through their soul-connected connection, Han Feng understood...
During the blood refining process just now, the Spirit of the Devouring Sword has evolved into a true Spirit of the Devouring Sword.
"I never imagined that one day I would be almost drained dry by a sword."
"I was almost drained dry just now!"
At this moment, Han Feng was unsteady on his feet and could only rely on the Devouring Prison Sword for support.
He looked up at the sky and saw that the giant sword of blood-red mist, formed from spiritual energy, was rapidly collapsing and dissipating after losing its core support.
"The Devouring Sword's resistance and struggle are overwhelming; it is not advisable to linger here."