Imperial God Emperor (Web Novel)
chapter-929

Using blood to nourish the sword was different from the [Blood Drinker Sword’s] devouring of enemies’ blood during normal battles and turning them into essential yuan qi to supplement itself. This mouthful of blood essence was fused with the sword via the secret techniques of refining and sword-casting, and thereby enhanced and became communicable with the sword’s spirit. Eventually, the sword would have to be completely turned into a part of Ye Qingyu’s body, like an added limb, for the first step of sword nourishment, known as [Channeling], to be considered successful. The subsequent step was to use one’s spirit to nourish the sword, enabling the sword to become one with one’s spirit. Thereafter, when fighting against enemies, every move and stroke exerted would contain the power of the [Blood Drinker Sword] even if it was not being used. This was the true final form of sword-casting.

It was the [Channeling] step which Ye Qingyu had to perform now.

As he spurted successive mouthfuls of blood essence, the flames on the sword became bigger and more vigorous. Like the burning of an ancient tree, flames of several hundred meters in height erupted, presenting a picture of intermixing lavender and blood-red that possessed a strange beauty. Each time he spurted a mouthful of blood essence, a lively bout of spiritual wave movement would be felt from the sword, akin to the feeling of a baby jumping into the arms of its parents. This was somewhat assuring to Ye Qingyu, as this reaction was a regular one according to the sword-casting technique records in the [Fiendgod Titled Chart].

This continued for a full two hours.

Then, Ye Qingyu stopped spurting blood essence.

This was because the flames on the [Blood Drinker Sword] had burned to the limits, such that no further blood essence could be absorbed. This meant that the refinement this time had reached a saturation point, and now needed to be slowed and warmed down while awaiting for the arrival of the next opportunity.

Sitting cross-legged on the magma, he operated his yuan qi and started to incessantly pinch out the casting hand prints of the one hundred and eight ancient characters. As his ten fingers transformed and gave off a faint silver luster, hand prints were continually struck into the warmly-burning, two-colored flames of the sword. Each time a hand print was struck in, the flames would give a shake while an indistinct roar, which sounded like the beating of pig iron by a giant hammer yet also contained a strange Dao sound, would be heard from the Void. The continual vibrations caused layer upon layer of ripples to form in the surrounding Void.

Just like that, another day passed.

It was already around nightfall in the outside world.

Like burnt-up firewood, the warmly-burning, two-colored flames gradually subsided. Ye Qingyu nervously opened his eyes and stared fixedly at the center of the dissipating flames. For a moment, a black, crude sword embryo appeared in his sights.

This sword embryo looked similar to the former appearance of the [Blood Drinker Sword], except that it was an extremely ugly black color. Its surface could not be any coarser, resembling the bark of an old tree which had been seasoned for several hundred years, and was full of cracks which were each as thick as a finger. It seemed as if a gust of wind would easily blow it off.

Is this the refined [Blood Drinker Sword]?

Ye Qingyu simply dared not believe it.

Could it be that the refining has failed, and the divine materials have been burned into a pile of slag?

That would be a huge loss.

When he chose the Human Race deputy post over the chance to enter the Divine Weapon Hall and pick one of its weapons, he was counting on no more than the [Blood Drinker Sword] and the [Cloud Top Cauldron]. If the former had really been refined until it became unusable, he would truly cry himself to death.

He decided to try summoning the sword.