C2385 My Sword will Succeed

"My heart will not perish, I hope to live forever. My will will will not perish, my sword will succeed …"

Even though the scarlet red metal piece had already quelled the clamor of the fiery domain, everything that he had experienced before still brought him pain that countless ordinary people would not be able to endure. Even so, his eyes were still bright, continuously capturing the various Dao patterns that the crimson metal piece had spread out, using his soul and mana to engrave them on the flying sword.

Just by inscribing a tiny bit, Lin Bai could already feel that this was an extremely tyrannical and powerful object that could even be used to look at the origin of all things. This dao mark was something that he could not comprehend at this level. Aside from being obscure, it was also obscure.

However, even if it was obscure and obscure, it could not obstruct Lin Bai's footsteps. He continuously used these Dao patterns and continuously used his mana's telepathic thoughts to carve into the prototype of the flying sword, hoping that the sword would undergo a metamorphosis.

Compared to the burning fire, this kind of burden of carving Dao patterns was unbearable for Lin Bai. Every rune was engraved, making him feel as if his entire body was being sucked dry. Moreover, when these rune were engraved, there was an invisible pressure that descended on his body, making it difficult for him to resist. This was one of the instincts of the scarlet metal piece. It was the kind of pressure that existed when it was still intact. It was that it did not allow anything else in this world to possess its unique dao patterns.

Roar! Exhausted, Lin Bai gritted his teeth and howled incessantly. His voice was filled with unwillingness. He really didn't think that when forging his flying sword, he would encounter so many twists and turns and go through so much suffering, but he wasn't willing to give up. He didn't want everything to end like this.

As Lin Bai grit his teeth and persevered, countless Dao patterns continuously appeared on the prototype of the flying sword. Although the pressure within the sword had already caused Lin Bai to be completely exhausted, he still didn't give up.

Time passed by bit by bit, until even Lin Bai's concept of time began to grow numb. He gradually began to feel that his entire being no longer belonged to him, and no longer felt the sense of exhaustion, joy, or pain. His eyes were completely filled with that mark, and beside his ears, the only sound that could be heard was the unending, uninterrupted ringing of Dao patterns.

Even he didn't realize that while he engraved these Dao patterns, his whole person was also silently undergoing some kind of inconceivable and bizarre transformation.

To be exact, it was not his physical body, but the blood and flesh fragments that he had scattered into the air under the bombardment of the raging flames in the fiery domain. His flesh and blood was currently fused with the dust like fragments of the flying sword as the Dao patterns were engraved on it. The flying sword moved up and down as it received the dao patterns' tempering …

Moreover, as the Dao patterns were engraved into the flesh and blood, there were even more bizarre patterns that evolved in the air. They were filled with a mysterious aura that then entered the flying sword and quietly fused together into one.

These runes were Lin Bai's life runes and the principles that lay within his flesh and blood. It was to let these life seals completely merge with the flying sword and become a part of it.

This was no longer as simple as forging a flying sword. It could even be said that the current him was melting his flesh and life into one with the flying sword, fusing them together and transforming them into a perfect combination.

The sword is me, I am the sword! This is a part of my flesh and blood, a continuation of my life!

At this moment, there was no longer any interference from any external objects in his senses. His mind was completely focused on the flying sword. Only a flying sword made of flesh and blood was moving up and down in the flame. It was very mysterious.

This was a strange sword forging technique — flesh, blood, soul, destiny, dao patterns, and flying swords. The five of them combined into one, completely different from the sword forging technique of the Sword Pavilion. By fusing his life into the flying sword and becoming a part of the sword, if the jade artifact elder and other sword cultivators were to see this scene, they would definitely be flabbergasted; they would not be able to understand it.

However, this unbelievable scene was happening right now, and it was so mysterious and sacred!

Magnificent sounds continuously rang out from the indistinct. The violent sounds were like someone unknowingly brandishing the enormous hammer that refined all living things, wanting to turn everything in the world into a stubborn iron that was beneath the hammer and completely melded it together.

And as the sound of the collision rang out, a sense of comprehension gradually arose in Lin Bai's heart. He couldn't help but think of the saying that was widely spread in both the Mysterious Gate and the hidden world: The existence of magic tools is in fact a continuation of the life of the owner of magic tools.

That was true. Even though the sun and moon were like shuttles, even though time was cold and ruthless, regardless of how powerful an existence was, it was difficult for them to escape death. However, the magical equipment they refined would indeed exist eternally, possessing the most threatening luster in their lives. It was something that was passed down through the ages, something that would never fade.

From a certain perspective, Lin Bai was currently stepping out of this realm, wanting to leave behind a life that belonged solely to him in this world. Even if one day, he disappears into the world, this will completely merge with everything he has and become a kind of continued flying sword of his body and principle.

Not only that, as the Dao Inscriptions dried up and blended together with his destiny, Lin Bai began to feel that something was amiss. It seemed as if the flying sword was about to merge with him, becoming the only thing in his possession!

One weapon breaking ten thousand techniques! The moment this feeling appeared, Lin Bai suddenly thought of his own experiences on the Sword Pavilion's precipice. That kind of comprehension was a description of one's combat instincts, but it was also a description of a magical equipment. There are trillions of artifacts in the world, and their effects are all different, but as long as I can grasp one of them and grasp my own, that is enough.

In the end, the crimson red metal piece was only a fragment. Although the Dao patterns on it were incomparably mysterious, it was unable to change the fact that it had been damaged. As time passed, all of the Dao patterns had been engraved onto the flying sword by Lin Bai.

With the end of the Dao patterns, the scarlet red iron piece gradually dimmed and then returned back to its original form, like a swordsman without a name.

Although the scarlet red metal piece retreated, the raging fire within the fire domain did not return to its previous hustle and bustle. It was still the same as before, when the scarlet metal piece was in place, the fire did not dare to wreak havoc.

The flying sword was fully formed, and there were many unspeakable Dao patterns swirling around it. It was as if there were a deity from ancient times howling, deafening, and his body was on the verge of collapse.

In addition, the dao patterns were constantly changing, as if they were evolved living creatures. They were created from flowers, birds, fish, insects, everything else. These miraculous changes caused it to become more agile and full of vitality.

The multicolored flames continuously swirled around the sword, as if it had become a part of the flying sword. Under the shine of the sword, the flying sword became even more sacred and unfathomable. It was like a world was evolving within the flying sword.

"Done!" At the same time, Lin Bai finally woke up from his world of ignorance. He stared at the flying sword he had tempered with a thousand times and had endured countless hardships to forge. The radiance in his eyes was so resplendent that it was terrifying.

Swift! Without any hesitation, Lin Bai's two fingers suddenly formed a sword technique. With a quick twist, he let out a shout! That voice was dignified and grand, as if it was the voice of a man from the time when the heaven and earth were being created!

Following his words, the flying sword that was originally circling around the sea of fire seemed to have received some kind of inviolable command. It suddenly moved and released strands of inviolable, biting cold sword aura.

As the sword light was released, the flying sword suddenly moved. The sword light changed direction and shot towards the deepest part of Fire Domain. Billions of fiery lights surged up into the sky, baptizing the sword and making it more and more mysterious.

Boom!" It was as if a magnificent and magnificent sword had streaked across the sky. The resplendent sword body suddenly collided with the Yin Yang Divine Flame in the very center of the fiery domain. The moment the two came into contact, it was as if heavenly thunder had triggered the flames of heaven and earth. Tens of thousands of terrifying flames suddenly spread to the flying sword.

However, this stalemate only lasted for a moment before the sword light pierced through the Yin Yang Divine Flame and swallowed all the flames into the body of the sword, tempering the body to make it less impurities and making it more spiritual!

After absorbing the Yin Yang Divine Flame, the flying sword underwent a metamorphosis. The sword, which originally emitted a colorful glow, now had a black and white color as it circulated with the rainbow-colored light. It was like the Yin Yang within the sword was evolving, joining life and death together.

Looking at the flying sword, Lin Bai wanted to roar and laugh out loud. Although the sword had yet to be quenched, he could already feel that this flying sword that he had refined through countless trials and tribulations would definitely be called a saint artifact!

The power of this sword was still inferior to that of the Nailhead Arrow! But most importantly, it was different from the nailhead arrow. He was the continuation of his body, soul, and destiny, and as long as his life did not fade away into the world, its sharpness would never disappear. That biting cold sword intent would still envelop the heavens, accompanying him, striking straight down!

"This sword is named Reincarnation!" With a flip of his hand, he sent the flying sword whistling towards the Swordwashing Pool outside the path. He reached a quenching point and announced in a clear voice, "The sword's name is Samsara, that is, Palms of Samsara!"