Overriding the Heaven

C1731



C1731

"You, what did you do?"    

    

Even though he was at the third level of the celestial mood stage, Guru Bi Tong couldn't help but let out a cry of alarm when he saw Chu Yan.    

    

Her reaction made Lin Miaoran and Puyang Yi extremely nervous.    

    

"Is there a problem?" Lin Miaorong asked hurriedly.    

    

Although she wasn't sure how many stages Chu Yan had reached, she could clearly feel Chu Yan's aura becoming more vigorous than before.    

    

At this moment, Lin Miaoran was worried that something had happened to Chu Yan during his promotion, which led to Zeng Bi's reaction.    

    

In contrast, Puyang Yi looked at Chu Yan after his initial surprise.    

    

It was obvious that by using his innate skills, he could already tell that Chu Yan's change was beneficial and harmless.    

    

"Let him talk." Zeng Bi sized up Chu Yan and then held her forehead as she moaned, "How can there be a monster like you in this world. No matter how talented you are, you will die from shame."    

    

Hearing those words, Lin Miaoran instantly had a guess.    

    

She walked closer to Chu Yan and blinked as she looked at him: "You have advanced — more than one level?"    

    

Chu Yan smiled and nodded.    

    

Even though he was already mentally prepared when he asked this question.    

    

However, when Chu Yan confirmed the news, regardless of whether it was Lin Miaoran, Puyang Yi, or Zeng Bi, they all sucked in a breath of cold air.    

    

"Now he's at the second level of the celestial mood stage." Chu Yan added.    

    

"My... "Heavens …" Puyang Yi's tone was full of envy.    

    

Lin Miaoran looked at Chu Yan, her eyes sparkling with pride.    

    

Zeng Bi continued to mutter to herself. "This fellow is truly a freak, he has already reached the celestial mood stage, breaking through is not a problem, now he actually … To think that it could even improve continuously... "How can other people survive like this …"    

    

Lin Miaoran and Puyang Yi had been separated from Chu Yan for a long time.    

    

Unlike them, when Chu Yan came to Precious Appearance Kingdom, he came with Zeng Bi.    

    

Therefore, Zeng Bi was more aware of Chu Yan's speed of advancement than anyone else.    

    

When he had just arrived at Precious Appearance Kingdom, Chu Yan had only just stepped into the Earth Origin Stage.    

    

In front of the celestial mood stage, a practitioner of this realm could not even be considered an ant.    

    

But now, he himself was already a celestial mood stage, and he was even at the second level of the celestial mood stage.    

    

In addition, he also possessed a terrifying strength that surpassed his cultivation realms.    

    

The celestial mood stage cultivator who previously had completely lost sight of him, if he were to meet Chu Yan now, he would probably explode one by one.    

    

And how long had this tremendous change taken?    

    

At this moment, Guru Bi Tong was racking his brains, not knowing what words to use to describe Chu Yan.    

    

In the end, she could only draw one conclusion: if she reduced the speed of Chu Yan's devilish promotion by dozens of times, he would be considered a genius.    

    

Although everyone was surprised, because they were all people close to Chu Yan, their mood was soon replaced by joy.    

    

Chu Yan asked about the situation of the group and the captives.    

    

Speaking of those cultivators, Puyang Yi expressed his confusion.    

    

In Puyang Yi's words, those cultivators were initially indignant and resentful.    

    

But then one day, for some reason, it became as quiet as a quail, and as diligent in clearing the wasteland, it was as if it had become a different person.    

    

Chu Yan calculated the date after hearing him say so.    

    

The three cultivators suddenly became obedient. This was the day he was going to be promoted and leave the island.    

    

Maybe, maybe, Chu Yan had been scared by his imposing aura that day.    

    

After discussing with everyone for a while, Chu Yan planned to follow the previous agreement and put the three back when the time was up.    

    

As for himself, he needed to go into secluded meditation for a period of time.    

    

However, Chu Yan's closed-door training this time had nothing to do with his realm. He was going to make the flood dragon's spine into a suitable treasure, so it wouldn't take too long.    

    

After Chu Yan finished giving orders, he returned to the palace to continue his closed door cultivation.    

    

It seemed like he was cultivating behind closed doors, but once he entered the secret room, he immediately entered Return to the Ruins Tower.    

    

The Return to the Ruins Tower possessed the environment he was familiar with for artifact forging.    

    

Standing in front of the furnace, Chu Yan simulated the entire forging process in his mind.    

    

Then he consulted with the one behind the Gates of Hell.    

    

That was because refining a magical equipment from the back of a Flood Dragon was that person's idea.    

    

Thus, at this moment, Chu Yan had some thoughts regarding the refining process of this magical equipment. He seriously discussed it with the other party.    

    

If it was in the past, the person behind the Gates of Hell would not even be able to say five sentences when he speaks to Chu Yan. He would either stop responding with the reason of "I'm sleepy" or start playing dead without a sound.    

    

But this time, the one from the Gates of Hell detailed in detail. It told Chu Yan about some very important steps, including the materials and the fire quality.    

    

In the end, it was so detailed that it was second only to the forging of magical equipment.    

    

Thus, two days later, Chu Yan began his attack.    

    

Calcination, extraction, the addition of various materials, the devouring of spirit flames, the oppression of the soul, the strengthening of the blood soul …    

    

The fire raged for ninety days.    

    

In terms of time span, it was still summer when Chu Yan began forging the sword. By the time the fire was extinguished, it was already autumn.    

    

And this was also the reason why he was forging in Return to the Ruins Tower.    

    

If it were any other cultivator using an ordinary furnace, it would probably take them one to two years.    

    

The biggest difference between the forging process and Chu Yan's forging process was the temperature.    

    

In the past, when the fire was blazing and the temperature was extremely high, smelting metal was a relatively common temperature.    

    

However, while forging this sword, the fire continued to burn intensely, as if it was still burning. However, the temperature was as cold as ice.    

    

Chu Yan's breath at the side would immediately freeze.    

    

Only when the fire was gradually extinguished did the temperature of the entire refining room begin to gradually warm up.    

    

Five days later, the fire went out.    

    

A low hum came from the furnace.    

    

This sound directly entered the brain. It was as if the dead spirit was crying beside one's ear, causing one to shudder in fear.    

    

Chu Yan raised his hand and opened the furnace.    

    

The incandescent light exploded out, transforming the entire forging room into a world of white.    

    

Everything in his line of sight melted into the white light.    

    

The white light formed a palm-sized sword. It gradually became clearer in the depths.    

    

As the sword images became clearer, waves of pressure that caused people's hearts to palpitate and found it difficult to breathe instantly seeped out.    

    

There seemed to be an incomparable sadness, despair, coldness, desolation, and desolation within the sword projection. With just a glance, one would feel as if all their vitality had been sucked away.    

    

At the same time, within this sword image, there was a faint, floating sound that was like a woman's voice singing in a low voice, lingering in people's ears.    

    

This voice was clearly a melodious one, but in the ears of others, it caused their hairs to stand on end, their blood to stop, and even their limbs to turn cold. A cold chill uncontrollably seeped out from their marrows.    

    

— — The content is from [Mick Read]    

    


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