That night, right in the dead of night when the heavy dew was falling, yet another fragment of the primordial spirit returned to Moyuan.
In his dream, Moyuan once again saw a sea of fog, and a deep understanding settled in his heart. As the fog gradually dissipated, he saw himself sitting before a smelting furnace, surrounded by numerous rare heavenly treasures. A dull ache rippled through Moyuan's chest, as if it were only yesterday that Father God had rebuked him for forging that malevolent weapon, the Donghuang Bell.
Because of this, when forging magical tools this time, Moyuan dared not infuse them with his own primordial blood. Instead, he relied solely on these rare treasures and the divine fire conjured by his own magical power to forge the artifact. Soon, the Xuanyuan Sword came into the world.
Chapter 205