Time trickled by.
After a long while, countless flames began surging toward the center of the greatsword. It was as if the core possessed an immense gravitational pull, like a black hole. In less than three breaths, all the flames vanished, completely absorbed into the sword.
CLANG!
The greatsword crashed down onto the Four-sided Platform, plunging directly into the black rock it was made of. Half the blade was buried as thick, white smoke filled the entire Artifact Refining Room.
The sword was forged!
Wen Qingye slowly walked over. The greatsword's surface was pitch-black, but a faint red glow pulsed from within its dark blade as a boundless aura radiated in all directions.
'Emperor-grade High-level!'
To avoid being burned by the searing heat, Wen Qingye coated his hands in a thick layer of Primordial Qi and firmly gripped the hilt.
The next moment!
