Chapter 559
"Li Mo, do you know what you have given up?"
It was the Blood God!
At this point, He had not yet surrendered.
The Celestial Clan was filled with uncertainty, their energy and divine aura boiling, deeply wary of the Blood God.
They now understood just how terrifying this being was—an existence beyond their comprehension, from a world outside their own.
The people of Mo City were oblivious to all this, anxiously looking at Li Mo.
Li Mo regained his clarity. He opened his eyes and looked at the crowd in Mo City.
"You can see through illusions."
"Your brilliance surprises even me. I sincerely invite you to join me in eternal life. You know, many glorious beings have perished, but I remain."
"To be honest, the Divine Sword has already been refined by me. You have no hope left; the destruction of Tianren City is a foregone conclusion."
"Those who are stubborn will only turn to dust. Beyond the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, there are greater realms waiting for you. You like the Divine Sword; both the sword and Tianren City can belong to you..."
The Divine Sword had completely turned blood-red.
The sword's essence, once tied to emperors and generals, had now formed a deep-rooted connection with the Blood God.
In short, one-third of the Divine Sword was in Li Mo's hands, while two-thirds belonged to the Blood God.
"Your terms are quite appealing."
Li Mo suddenly spoke.
The crowd gasped. Was he wavering? Was he about to give up Tianren City?
"Li Ge..." Dong Ge's voice was hoarse.
Po Jun stepped forward, looking as if he was ready to fight to the death: "I misjudged you this time..."
But before the blurred blood-red face in the sky could rejoice, Li Mo continued, "But I refuse."
His tone was resolute, unyielding in his determination.
"I never intended to be an emperor, and I have no need to practice the sword."
Bang—
A dull thud echoed as the anvil crashed to the ground.
Li Mo's left hand did not release the Divine Sword; his right hand now held a hammer.
"Yan Rong, lend me your fire."
"…Okay."
Yan Rong was momentarily stunned. He didn’t know why, but he instinctively did as Li Mo asked.
Flames instantly turned the anvil red-hot.
"Li Mo, what are you doing?! Are you trying to destroy the Divine Sword?!"
The Blood God's voice echoed in the sky, the stench of blood growing heavier, and the blood-red sword light surged.
Yet, the seemingly indestructible Divine Sword could not harm Li Mo in the slightest.
In the firelight, a layer of glazed brilliance enveloped him, rendering the sword light ineffective against him.
"I want to show you what true eternity is."
The armor on Li Mo seemed to grant him an inexplicable strength.
Yan Rong's divine fire appeared to slip from his control; the temperature did not rise, yet it burned the Divine Sword red.
Then, Li Mo brought the hammer down.
Clang—
A blinding spark erupted, like a fire tree of silver flowers, illuminating the dark sky.
After years of accumulation, the divine treasure was now easily forged with a single breath.
The Divine Sword slightly deformed, black smoke rising as impurities spewed forth.
These impurities were not from the materials.
Having learned the art of spirit forging from Du Wufeng, he was now refining the spirit within.
He no longer wanted the sword's essence tied to emperors and nobles!
"From this moment on, there shall be no emperors in Tianren City."
Buzz—
Another heavy hammer fell.
The sound of the divine weapon resonated through the heavens, the firelight illuminating the stunned faces of the Celestial Clan.
Under Li Mo's forging, the blood shadow grew fainter. No matter how much the Blood God tempted, cursed, or mocked, the hammer fell without hesitation, one strike after another.
The Divine Sword's deformation became increasingly severe, gradually losing its resemblance to a sword.
His current skill, at least in forging this object, was nothing short of miraculous, worthy of being called a divine craftsman.
After all, he had a lifetime of experience in crafting this thing.
"What is Li Mo forging?"
Outside, Xie Yi stood before the forge, his heart pounding with each strike, curiosity bubbling within him.
"He's not just forging a weapon; it feels like he's breaking through in swordsmanship..."
Can blacksmithing really enhance one's swordsmanship?
Then sword masters should all be blacksmiths. He had never seen such a bizarre situation.
Du Wufeng stepped out from behind him, his eyes flickering for a moment before he suddenly laughed heartily:
"Good, very good!"
"Reforging the Divine Sword, but why must it be a sword?"
Xie Xuan murmured, "Without a sword in hand, is there also no sword in the heart?"
Li Mo had once shared his confusion on this matter.
Xie Xuan thought this ethereal realm was likely a fabrication.
Without a sword, could one still be called a swordsman?
Yet he felt that Li Mo seemed to have found the answer.
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"Roar..."
The sound of a dragon's roar echoed through the sky, lingering for a long time.
The blood of five dragons dripped onto the anvil, and the Tianren Divine Sword seemed to transform into a golden furious dragon, trying to break free from someone's grasp and soar into the sky.
But that hammer, filled with determination, always fell at just the right moment.
The dragon's roar grew softer, shifting from rage to lament.
Crack—
It was covered in fine cracks from head to tail, and finally, with a loud bang, it shattered into golden rain, along with the echoes of imperial grandeur and the bloodstains left by the Blood God.
The Divine Sword thus dimmed.
After all, the essence of the chivalrous sword was only one-third.
With seventy percent of its divine essence lost, its power greatly diminished, it seemed to be slipping from the realm of divine weapons.
"But without the Divine Sword, how will we face the next calamity?"
The blurred blood-red face was momentarily stunned, then a hint of cold laughter appeared.
Though it had been reforged, the outcome seemed not much different?
It could no longer influence the Divine Sword.
Yet Tianren City had also lost its greatest support.
This thought was about to fade, ready to depart, but He was curious to see how Li Mo would conclude this.
"That is..."
"The hammer can also use sword techniques?"
The Celestial Clan erupted in chatter.
It was noon, the sun blazing overhead. After the blood mist dissipated, the sky was clear. The Blood God inadvertently glanced at the deformed sword and felt a scorching heat in His heart.
"Using a hammer instead of a sword, employing the spirit forging method..."
"What is he doing?!"
Whoosh—
Whoosh—
One hammer after another.
The fire-colored hammer now unleashed sword lights that were sometimes breathtakingly beautiful, sometimes sharp and chilling.
It was hard to imagine that words like graceful, fierce, and ethereal could apply to a hammer.
No one knew the price paid for each strike.
Indeed.
Li Mo poured all his martial insights into his sword techniques. He had long lost count of the years—perhaps thousands, perhaps tens of thousands.
Each strike seemed slow, yet encompassed everything, unfolding countless transformations.
These changes occurred, yet it was difficult to discern the underlying principles.
At the moment he decided to stop practicing the sword.
When he held a hammer in his hand.
His swordsmanship finally broke through the boundaries of mortals.
If there is no sword in hand, and no sword in the heart, then where is the sword?
This question had occupied Li Mo's thoughts for a long time.
But just now, in the choice of immortality, he realized that the four books that were not martial arts manuals were ones he had already learned.
Li Mo felt a sense of clarity wash over him.
After understanding this, he felt like a fool who had wandered the world, taking countless beatings, only to return home and find that the ultimate martial arts were gathering dust on his own bookshelf.
With the flow of energy, Li Mo's spirit and vitality reached their peak.
He swung down his most stunning hammer yet.
The human path's killing hammer, forging the spirit for the sword.
Is it a hammer or a sword?
It no longer mattered.
Clang—
The divine hammer, once used to forge divine artifacts, completed the final transformation of the Divine Sword.
The sword light shot into the sky, soaring thousands of meters high.
Under the blazing sun and amidst the flames, he and the reborn divine weapon shone brilliantly.
"It’s done..."
Outside, Du Wufeng's hair and beard danced in the wind, his eyes reflecting the light of the divine weapon.
"What has Young Hero Li forged?"
"It looks like a curved blade?"
"He doesn't even know sword techniques; what curved blade? It's clearly a curved sword."
"Neither."
As the crowd debated what this brand-new divine weapon was, Du Shengr craftsman’s voice came from behind.
Du Shengr sighed lightly:
"It’s a sickle."
"?"
Both the sword practitioners and the blacksmiths fell silent.
They opened their mouths, looking at the figure in the map of the nation, raising both the hammer and the sickle, yet could not find any words to refute.
After a long pause, someone quietly asked:
"Has a sickle ever made it onto the divine weapon list?"
It had not before.
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