"I can't get to the essence of it, it's too dangerous and sharp......"

Orn-Sarekbasas looked at Relief, who seemed to recall some distant memory......

When the rivers of light were traced back to the tops of the mountains tens of thousands of years ago, Orn-Sarekbasas gazed silently at the earth.

Sometimes, there is a loud noise coming from the air currents that travel through the mountains.

They bring the joy of the mortal world, the smell of dust and rise and fall.

At this time, Orn-Sarekbath knew that the mortal kingdom was celebrating their inexplicable festival again.

On that day, Orn-Sarekbath vaguely remembered the sound of mortal things in the mountains.

And a flame that is easy to fall from above the sky......

Orn-Sarekbath knew it was a lost will.

It is part of a powerful being, immortalized in reality......

"I remember it—the rebellious soul, and its broken will shone like a sparkle......"

Orn-Sarekbass glanced at Yi Qiu, who seemed to be looking at something.

"I haven't dealt with it, but I still remember ......"

Orn-Sarekbas, who felt embarrassed, had countless heroes who had traveled through the river of time.

They showed colorful will and strength, and they set off countless waves and torrents in the mortal dust.

But now, everything has sunk into the dust of time......

"It also has a weapon similar to yours, and perhaps the will to kill the gods is always hidden in the club."

"Perhaps, it is the catharsis that is suppressed to the extreme, so that there is no longer a need for elegance and artistic carving?"

Orn-Sarekbass shook his head, he wasn't a being who could see everything.

The ancient past is revealed to Him, and the rings of time and space have not erased His traces.

But the utterness of truth was still as powerful as His first encounter......

It is beautiful and boundless......

"I had conceived of building such a weapon - but I failed......"

"Then I learned that such a weapon is not something that a craftsman can make."

"No amount of skill, no amount of ingenuity, can give the soul that boldly charges and roars at all the corrupt order."

Orn-Sarekbasas looked at Shakbas, who didn't try to grasp it.

That is a blasphemy against the weapon, because He does not have the will to hold it.

Orn-Sarekbass is one of the few who has direct insight into the will behind this weapon.

He reveres the waves of countless mortal things, fit for smallness, but shaking the firmament!

"I think the only thing I can do is change it by taking the substance that carries it."

Orn-Sarekbath looked at Relief, and he muttered under his breath.

"Nothing can remain the way it once was under the fire of the mountains - except for one thing......"

Orn-Sarekbas pointed to the ancient furnace that he had summoned from the void.

Then He paused and said:

"That's the soul that's so transparent that it penetrates everything!"

"Put it in, and I'll give it something more pure."

"It should be promised a more perfect carrying ......"

Orn-Sarekbas, who looked at Yi Qiu, seemed to be smiling.

Being able to add a few hints of luster to such a rare god-killing blade seemed to delight the old god.

He loves this craft because it is where He came from.

And now, He hasn't lost them.

After listening to Orn-Sarekbas's story, Yi Qiu looked at the ancient furnace that emitted endless heat.

It burned silently, and the void seemed to soften itself with its licking!

Yi Qiu picked up Shi Ai, he was sensing the revelation that fate had given him.

He withdrew from the delicate state of fate, and the torrent of fate once again completed its intersection with him.

The surging waves of fate were guiding him out of the undercurrents and whirlpools of danger.

And the ancient fire, which was suitable for the mountains, began to slowly shimmer with a golden shimmer.

That is the guidance of fate......

The golden light gradually became intense, and it was like a restless flame, blooming with its own unique brilliance in the void.

So Yi Qiu no longer hesitated, and he put the relief into the fire of the mountains.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a blazing white light flashing in the void!

The light was so intense that it pierced through the darkness of the void and shimmered with the light of order in the chaos!

"I hear it, it's an old cry......"

"Their wails, their anger, their ...... Protest ......"

"It was fate that gave all these ......"

"The unyielding, time-piercing roar makes it perfect!"

In the hands of Orn-Sarekbas, an ancient warhammer appeared at some point.

There were certain sharp marks around its edges, which seemed to be those left by some dangerous weapon.

Even now, you can feel the sharp aura from the traces.

There is still some sediment left on it.

They are like the wreckage of matter, but they carry something lighter than matter.

"Now, it's time to unravel it all!"

Aoun-Sarekbas's eyes widened suddenly, and the ancient mountains reflected in His divinity!

"I'm the top of the mountains!"

"I am the Most High Furnace!"

Orn-Sarek Bas sings the ancient chant, his thick, forest-like beard floating wildly under the power of the gods!

The entire void seemed to be staring at Him, staring at this powerful ancient god!

"The accumulation of years, the tempering of time, the grinding and washing of divine blood......"

"The wailing of divinity, unraveling the dust of the soul!"

Orn-Sarekbass raised his hammer aloft in the air, and an endless and surging force swirled through his body!

They are roaring, showing the infinite power and majesty of this ancient god!

"The highest furnace fire, crush the rust of that substance!"

"Here, Yus!"

Then, Orn-Sarek Bass smashed the hammer with a bang!

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Everything came to a standstill in an instant, and the void seemed to be stuck in some muddy path!

Those voices that once bustled in the void, those substances that shuttled through the void, all completely collapsed in the next moment!

In the midst of the endless chaos, there seemed to be some kind of ancient thunder that resounded throughout the void!

"Boom !!"

Endless light and endless heat have been vividly intersected at this moment!

No one, no god, can gaze at that dazzling light!

In a trance, Orn-Sarekbas, who was closest to him, heard some kind of ancient cry.

They're in pain, they're wailing......

They suppressed, they endured, and then they roared with all their strength into an earth-shattering roar:

"Monkey !!"