CLANG!
The sound reverberated through the air, the shockwave sending sparks flying.
Yun Lintian raised his fist and slammed down again.
CLANG!
And again.
CLANG!
With each strike, the fragments drew closer, the cracks between them sealing. But something was missing—the sword remained dull, lifeless.
Tie Muqiu gritted her teeth. "It's not enough. The faith—you need to call it!"
Yun Lintian understood.
He closed his eyes, reaching out with his divine sense. Beyond the workshop, beyond the courtyard—into the streets of Nine Firmament City.
He listened.
To the whispers of merchants praising his name.
To the prayers of cultivators who revered him.
To the hopeful murmurs of mortals who saw him as their protector.
And then—he pulled.
A golden light, faint but unwavering, streamed into the workshop. It swirled around the Human Emperor Sword, sinking into its metal.
The blade shuddered.
Then—
BOOM!
