The night is as cool as water.

It was as if the night before the storm, the world was quiet and silent, brewing the last storm.

Above the island, the clouds are thick, like a sea of fog.

This is where Longquan Island was located 200 years ago.

A figure descended from the sky, as if it had traveled through time, and returned here.

"Is this an illusion?"

An hour ago, after asking for details of the underground palace.

After trapping a few people, Fang Yuan entered it.

This ruin has been almost studied by the three major families, and after sacrificing many antiquities, it is only a step in the door to be opened.

Fang Yuan had already prepared for this trip, and after sacrificing all the antiquities he had collected, the palace was opened.

And when he entered, his eyes went dark, and then this picture appeared in front of him.

As if watching a movie, the scene next to him quietly changed, and Fang Yuan appeared in a refining room again.

"How strange is this illusion?"

Before Fang Yuan could come back to his senses, there was suddenly another piece of information in his mind.

After digesting and understanding this memory, Fang Yuan had a complicated expression on his face and muttered to himself,

"This world is the manifestation of Higashino Nagaten's memory?"

This is not a fantasy, but a world of memory.

Although he didn't know what kind of means made Fang Yuan fall into this place, through the extra memories in his mind, he was not ignorant.

He understood that he had returned to two hundred years ago, when Higashino Changtian forged a sword to kill immortals.

It can't be regarded as a return, it should be said that I came to this memory.

All he had to do was go through the same thing all over again!

As for why this happened, the extra memory did not explain.

Just know it's a test!

After figuring everything out, Fang Yuan's heart settled down.

According to the rules, he can leave this world at any time and return to reality, but then he will lose this ruin and lose its contents.

The ruins don't look dangerous, so you don't have to worry about your safety for a while.

If it comes, it will be safe.

Fang Yuan glanced around, he was floating in the air like a ghost.

……

The scene changes again.

Two figures suddenly appeared here.

One is a tall, burly, unusually strong mortal.

One is a young monk with a seventh-level Qi cultivation.

As if they hadn't seen Fang Yuan, they started the conversation on their own.

"Father, everything is ready!"

"Okay, today you and I, father and son, will work together to forge a unique fairy sword!"

As the two spoke, a pile of antiquities and a tall furnace appeared out of thin air, and a raging fire was bubbling in the furnace.

"This is Higashino Nagaten and his son?"

"Didn't you say that the immortals asked Higashino to forge a sword?"

It seems that what the storyteller said is true to nine falsehoods and one truth, the language is unknown, and it has undergone artistic processing.

Like watching a movie, Fang Yuan watched the movements of the two with great interest.

The process of forging a sword is not complicated, although Higashino Changtian is a mortal, his identity as a sword-forging master is not fake.

Maybe he really has the blood of the ancient clan, and this person's body is very strong, comparable to a medium-grade magic weapon.

There is also an inexplicable power in the body, which is different from mana, but it is not weak.

Legend has it that the ancient clan has the power of bloodline, and even people without spiritual roots can cultivate a special kind of power, and their combat power is amazing

It's just that this kind of power can't live forever, and it will also lose its life.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this shortcoming that the talents of the ancient clan gradually withered and became a thing of the past.

The memory accelerated again, as if watching a flower, and I don't know how long it took, the two worked together to create a fairy sword embryo.

"The unique casting method of the ancient people?"

Fang Yuan stood quietly aside, he didn't know the art of refining, but he also knew something.

Higashino Changtian's sword-forging method is different from that of a refiner.

After casting the sword fetus, he did not depict the formation pattern again, but began to cast the sword in a method that Fang Yuan had never heard of.

I saw him cut open his palm, sprinkle blood on the sword embryo, and then gathered the antiquities around him together, guided by the special power in his body.

These antiquities seemed to have been sucked out of their spirits, and they had become decaying.

And from them, there was an inexplicable cloud of gas, which condensed but did not disperse.

Then this gas, under the control of Higashino Changtian, slowly fell on the sword tire.

I saw a magical scene appear, and after absorbing the gas, the sword fetus began to actively condense lines.

Then the brilliance overflowed, and it became aura.

This kind of sword-forging method Fang Yuan had never heard of or seen.

He watched from the sidelines, but he didn't know why, and he didn't know what was changing.

I don't know why this is so.

"Father!"

The young monk on the side looked excitedly at the long sword that was becoming more and more spiritual.

"Hahaha, the fairy sword is almost finished!"

Dongye Changtian has done a lot of things, and he is already sweating profusely at the moment, but when he sees the fairy sword, it will be completed.

There was also a look of satisfaction and intoxication on his face.

For sword casting masters, casting a peerless sword is a lifelong pursuit.

And this method of forging the sword was obtained by him from the inheritance of memory, and he had prepared it for most of his life, and when he was sure, he began to build it.

Now that I am about to create the dream thing with my own hands, the anticipation and joy in my heart are indescribable.

The father and son were immersed in this joy, but they didn't notice that the sword fetus that was flashing with spiritual light shook a little.

As a bystander, Fang Yuan, looking at this scene of forging swords, also fell into contemplation for a while.

He didn't know what the purpose of this inheritance was?

Why let him be immersed in this world of memory, and watch an event that happened as a spectator.

But since there was no danger, he could only continue to watch patiently.

"Huh? What happened? ”

The scene changed again, and the field had changed dramatically at this time, only to see that the original refining room had become dilapidated for some reason.

The fairy sword has also lost its trace at this moment.

Originally, there were two fathers and sons, and only Higashino Changtian was left.

This inexplicable change made Fang Yuan even more confused.

I don't know what happened, how it suddenly became like this.

Higashino Changtian's state was obviously wrong at this time, the whole person was disheveled, his eyes were red, and he was full of pain, and he no longer had the confident and excited look of anticipation when he cast the sword.

"Ask me, why are you doing this, why!"

An angry roar sounded, and Higashino Changtian's whole person was like a mad beast.

"What the hell is going on? Could it be that his son finally snatched the forged fairy sword? ”

It is not impossible for father and son in the immortal cultivation world to kill each other, although Fang Yuan has not seen the immortal sword that has been completely cast,

But as I saw before, it was no weaker than the best killing, and if it was for this, it was possible for father and son to turn against each other.

Seeing this scene in front of him, Fang Yuan guessed in his heart.

"No, didn't Dongye Changtian kill the immortals with a fairy sword later!"

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