Becoming a Sage Starts From Condensing the Essence of Time - Chapter 252: Contrast Between the Rising Sun and the

Setting Sun, First-Grade Supreme Sword – Swallow Returns to the Nest (4)

The old man assisted An Le in hammering, but his face was filled with memories of his boring but hot-blooded sword-forging life.

When the last wisp of sword qi surged into the sword embryo lying quietly in the cracked sword furnace, there was only one scene left in front of Wang Yansheng.

Amidst the snow, the five-year-old him picked up the hammer for the first time and hit the sword embryo with the Sword Furnace.

It was the beginning of fate between a child and a sword forging.

It was like a swallow returning to its nest.

It made the old man’s lips curl into a gentle smile.

When An Le raised the thousand-kilogram hammer, the old man silently lowered his hand that was holding the hammer and took a step back. He was filled with relief and carefreeness as he watched An Le’s huge hammer break through the shocking arc and finally smash fiercely on the sword embryo in the furnace.

Buzz…

An extremely loud sword cry suddenly resounded from the Sword Furnace!

Everyone’s swords seemed to be trembling.

Then, a sword light shot into the sky from the exploding furnace.

It was like a hidden dragon emerging from the abyss and a fish leaping into the vast sea!

The great roc soared into the Nine Heavens!

Everyone looked up and saw the flying sword enter the sea of clouds. In an instant, countless electric currents surged and lightning struck.

The sunset clouds were scattered, and the clouds and rain stopped.

In the Sword Pool Palace, everyone looked up. In Jinguan City, everyone looked up.

It was a peerless divine blade that danced in the sky and stirred the lightning dragon!

In front of the dilapidated Sword Forging Workshop, lava surged out of the two exploded furnaces, and the Earth Immortal Fire surged.

However, the old man, Wang Yansheng, raised his head and looked at the unrestrained sword in the sky with a smile.

Wang Yansheng’s aura rose steadily.

He carried An Le and ascended to the sky, as if he was standing in the clouds.

The sword was out of the furnace, and the light was terrifying!

He looked at the sword that was still misty and steaming.

The old man chuckled and said, “An Le, this sword was forged by you and me, and it’s also your first sword. You’re the main forger, and I’m the support. Before entering the Sword Pool Lake to quench the sword, the name of the sword should be decided by you.”

“However, I’ve forged this sword for dozens of years. Now that the sword is finally completed, the sword will follow you from now on. I would like to seek a chance to name it.”

In midair, Wang Yansheng’s sword hair fluttered with silver threads, accompanied by the sword that was cold and intertwined with lightning.

He bowed to An Le.

Seeing this, An Le hurriedly returned the greeting. “Senior, you’re being too serious. The key to forging this sword is the sword embryo that you had nurtured for decades. I’m just icing on the cake.”

“It’s only right for you to name the sword.”

An Le naturally knew when to give in. If he was alone, he wouldn’t even be able to forge a second-grade sword, let alone this sword.

Wang Yansheng smiled gratefully.

Then, he looked at the sword and raised his hand to grab the rough hilt that had not been carefully carved.

In an instant, countless electric currents surged and majestic sword qi swept out. The old man’s clothes fluttered, and his frosty hair and sword hair surged non-stop.

The old man gently stroked the sword that was still extremely hot. It could be seen that there were patterns intertwined on the sword. There were clouds, ancient pills, swallows, and even a little child who was swinging a hammer with the joy of successfully forging a sword… It was very strange.

The old man’s eyes became even gentler.

An Le looked at the old man and the sword and could not help but ask softly, “Senior, what’s the name of this sword?”

The old man knocked on the sword.

The sword cry was like a swallow’s cry, mellow and resounding a thousand times. When he dreamed of the past, he did not forget his original intention.

“This sword is called…’

“Swallow Returns to the Nest..”