Myth Beyond Heaven - Chapter 2342: God Smith Tie Mutian (3)

“Qin Juehai?” Hongyue’s eyes brimmed with a murderous aura Tie Muqiu looked at the forge and said, “He originally planned ended up burning himself. He should be heading to the Ancien

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“Yes,” Tie Muqiu said softly, her eyes filled with sorrow. “Eve Slaying Sword would never be reused, he didn’t entirely aband sword would play a crucial role in the final catastrophe. He the cut sure un vie behind for the chosen one.”

Hongyue nodded slowly. In short, the forge was prepared to reunite all the fragments.

A sudden wave of determination surged through Hongyue. She couldn’t contain her curiosity. “Can I give it a try?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Tie Muqiu smiled knowingly. “Of course,” she replied, stepping aside to grant Hongyue access to the forge. “But be warned, the forge possesses a will of its own. It will only yield to the one it deems worthy.”

“I am Hongyue, inheritor of the Primordial Moon God’s legacy,” she declared, her voice echoing through the grove. “I seek to reforge the God Slaying Sword, to wield its power against the darkness that threatens the Primal Chaos. I beseech you, spirit of the forge, grant me your blessing!”

The forge remained silent, its flames flickering as if in contemplation. Hongyue, undeterred, closed her eyes and focused her mind, channeling the essence of the Moon God’s power. A crimson aura enveloped her, its radiance illuminating the surrounding trees. The air crackled with celestial energy, the very essence of the moon’s power converging upon her. With a surge of willpower, Hongyue reached out and grasped the anvil, her grip firm and unwavering. She pulled, her muscles straining, her body trembling with the effort.

The forge resisted, its weight seemingly infinite. Hongyue gritted her teeth, her determination unwavering. She channeled more of her divine energy, her aura growing brighter with each passing moment.

The ground beneath her feet cracked, the ancient trees swayed, and the very air seemed to bend to her will. But still, the forge refused to budge.

“Huff…” Hongyue’s breath quickened, her face flushed with exertion. She had

underestimated the forge’s power, its connection to Tie Mutian’s legacy far deeper than she had imagined.

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Suddenly, the flames within the forge roared to life, their intensity multiplying tenfold. A wave of scorching heat washed over Hongyue, its searing touch threatening to consume her.

“Ugh!” She cried out in pain, her grip on the anvil loosening. The forge, sensing her weakness, unleashed a torrent of flames, their fury aimed directly at her.

Hongyue stumbled back, her cloak billowing in the wind. She raised her arms, summoning a shield of lunar energy to protect herself from the onslaught.

But the flames were relentless, their heat melting through her defenses. Hongyue’s skin blistered, her hair singed, as she struggled to maintain her shield.

Just when it seemed that she would be consumed by the flames, a gentle breeze swept through the grove, carrying with it a refreshing coolness. The flames flickered, their intensity diminishing, as a figure materialized before Hongyue.

It was Tie Muqiu. She raised her hand, and a wave of soothing energy washed over Hongyue, extinguishing the flames and healing her wounds.

“Enough,” Tie Muqiu said, her voice firm yet gentle. “The forge has spoken. You are not yet ready.”

Hongyue, her body aching and her spirit bruised, lowered her arms, the shield dissipating into the air. She looked at Tie Muqiu, her eyes filled with a mixture of gratitude and frustration.

“I failed,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.

Tie Muqiu shook her head. “You did not fail,” she said. “You simply have not yet reached the level of mastery required to wield the forge’s power. Besides, this is not your forte.”

Hongyue went silent for a moment and said, “I shall take my leave then.”

Since she couldn’t take the forge away with her, she could only wait for Yun Lintian to come over. Perhaps he could do it. Right now, her mission was to find the Sword Spirit. She couldn’t waste any more time here.

“Good luck with your journey,” Tie Muqiu said with a smile.

“Thank you,” Hongyue nodded gently. She turned around and walked away.

As Hongyue disappeared from her sight, Tie Muqiu walked toward the forge, her hand gently brushing against its cold metal surface. A wave of energy rippled through the air, and the forge, once dormant, hummed with a newfound life.

With a gentle touch, Tie Muqiu lifted the anvil, its immense weight seemingly inconsequential in her grasp. She held it aloft, her gaze fixed upon the heavens, her voice filled with a bittersweet longing.

“Father,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “Wait for me there. I will go to your side soon.”

Tears welled up in her eyes, her grief palpable. She lowered the anvil, its weight crashing back onto the stone floor with a resounding thud…

***

“Phew…” Inside the Dragon God Ancestral Land, Yun Lintian retracted his hand from Long Wu and let out a long breath. He had spent the entire week treating the five Dragon Ancestors.

Their vitality was now gradually recovering.

“Thank you,” Long Wu said with gratitude.

“Hmph! You shouldn’t help him, Little Sprout,” Long Xuan snorted coldly as he glared at

Long Wu.

Long Wu returned a cold glare, and the atmosphere immediately tensed up.

“That’s enough, you two,” Long Yi said with a smile.

Long Wu and Long Xuan let out a snort and looked away.

Long Yi looked at Yun Lintian and said, “Since you are going out, let Long Fan follow you. His strength is not bad.”

Long Xuan wanted to retort but he was stopped by Long Xi’s gaze. He could only lower his head and remain silent.

Long Xi looked at Yun Lintian and said softly, “I know that you wouldn’t underestimate your enemy, but you must be careful of Fan Shen.”

“Understood,” Yun Lintian nodded solemnly.

“I heard from Qingxuan that there are our clansmen living with you. Can you let me see them?” Long Xi asked gently.

“Yes,” Yun Lintian responded readily. He turned to Long San and asked, “Senior, my Third Senior Sister and a senior I know possess the Golden Dragon bloodline. Can you give them

guidance?”

The five Dragon Ancestors were different. Long San was the Golden Dragon God. Yun Lintian believed that Long Feiyan and Long Jin would benefit a lot here.

“Oh? Of course, bring them here,” Long San was surprised. Yun Lintian waved his hand, summoning the Gate of Beyond Heaven…