Eternal Swordmaster
Chapter 429 - 423: Inspiration Part 2

Chapter 429: Chapter 423: Inspiration Part 2

But Lin Xin was different—out of ten attempts, five or six were successful, and that was only because he deliberately failed some to prevent shock and awe.

Moreover, the pills that were refined had remarkably consistent quality. All were excellent.

This was terrifying. Compared to those master alchemists, Lin Xin was probably nearing the Grandmaster Realm.

That’s why the Fire God Child valued Lin Xin more and more, allowing him to use materials and Earth Fire as he wished, fully supporting him.

Pfft!

Suddenly, a cluster of green fire sprang up beside him, and the materials in the pool instantly turned to black ash and scattered.

"Oh... was embryo number three hundred sixty-five a failure?"

A trace of disappointment flashed in Lin Xin’s eyes as he took out a small notebook to record the data.

This was a good habit he had developed in his previous life, and although he was now in this world, this problem-solving method was still very well preserved.

He took out some colored powder from his storage ring, walking to each small pool and continuously sprinkling the powder into them.

Then he quietly waited.

Time ticked by, second by second.

Lin Xin slowly got up, a trace of fatigue flashing in his eyes. It seemed he would return empty-handed today.

He walked to the edge of the main pool and looked inside; the core of the Red Flower Sword would be formed in two more days. If he couldn’t find a way to combine other Taoist intents with the Fire Formation to cause a qualitative change within these two days, he would have to explore it later when he had time.

The accumulation of types of flames, their combination, and then using Taoist intent as a framework, could surprisingly give rise to a draconic form such as the Qilin.

This form seemed to naturally appear after reaching a certain limit.

This made Lin Xin especially curious.

If flames could reach a certain height and naturally produce a qualitative change like a Qilin,

What about other energies?

At a certain height, would they also produce similar transformations?

Could the divine beasts of legends be formed this way, thus giving rise to mythological stories?

He was extremely curious about these questions, but with many matters at hand and unable to find the cause in the short term, they would have to be dealt with later.

"Wait another two days..."

Lin Xin observed the changes in the pool closely, ready to turn and leave.

Hiss!

Suddenly, an extremely subtle sound emerged from one of the pools.

This sound wasn’t like the noise of flaming magma bursting forth—it was a peculiar sound, carrying a bit of an echo.

Lin Xin’s figure flashed instantly, appearing in front of a corner pool, peering inside.

He had engraved numerous different types of Fire Formations in these pools, mostly of Second and Third Grade.

So far, he had mastered dozens of these level Fire Formations, and aside from some that would neutralize each other, he had meticulously carved all available types within the inner sides of these small pools. Using the power of Earth Fire, he continually activated the formations to create a massive mix of flames.

Until he achieved the qualitative change he wanted to see.

At this moment, in the pool where the disturbance occurred, the silver-white embryo was slowly twisting, as if something inside it was trying to push outward. It was surrounded by strands of bizarre flames, alive-like.

"This is it!!"

Lin Xin remembered that before the Qilin appeared, the flames had undergone similar changes.

He immediately deployed all the Daoist intents he had mastered.

Dozens of Daoist intents swiftly covered the flames like flowing water.

Soon, two types of Taoist Intent caused the flames to ripple slightly.

Lin Xin quickly identified these two and began adjusting the frequency of the Daoist intent, gradually trying to mesh it with the accepting flames.

Daoist intent is a type of will, a realm where will leverages the natural forces of the world.

Thus, it also varies in strength and speed. Lin Xin recalled the state of the Qilin at that time.

Slowly, he began manipulating the Daoist intent, mimicking a very rhythmic beating—alternating strong and weak, expanding and contracting.

Just like... like a heartbeat!

This kind of beat...

Lin Xin suddenly pressed his Daoist intent closely against the flames.

Quickly, the Daoist intent combined with the flames, and together with the embryo, a mysterious and wondrous transformation occurred.

The silver-white embryo slowly melted, then merged with the surrounding flames, gradually forming a mysterious beast shape that was also silver-white.

Yes, these material embryos, mixed with flames, had naturally formed a terrifying monster shape like a Qilin!

The monster looked like a lion with three bird heads and a tail resembling that of a peacock, with bizarre, colorful feathers spread out.

Limbs strong and powerful, wrapped in dark red scales.

"What is this...?" Lin Xin was also stunned.

He recognized this creature. It did not exist on Earth in his past life, but in the myths of this world, there were descriptions of this monster.

"Sanyin Luo..."

Legend spoke of a three-headed peacock with the body of a lion, each cry bringing great disaster to the world, a member of the Exotic Beasts.

Also in mythology, it controlled the Netherworld Black Flame and Hell’s Black Wind, belonging to one of the Fire System Divine Beasts.

"I did not expect to bring this creature out." Lin Xin was somewhat taken aback. "The merged Taoist Intent controls the Yin Fire Attribute’s Spirit-devouring Demonic Fire, capable of utilizing the Spirit-devouring Demonic Fire to kill enemies."

"This means that the Taoist Intent and the quality transformation are related."

Lin Xin had a suspicion in his mind.

Soon, the formed Sanyin Luo naturally dissipated.

Ultimately, the transformation was too draining; without a continuous source of support, it could not last long and even vanished without displaying its power.

With such an accidental change, Lin Xin found a direction and began to focus on perfecting this aspect.

While reforging the Red Flower Sword, he developed a flame technique to summon Sanyin Luo.

If successful, this Sanyin Luo technique would become Lin Xin’s ace after the Qilin.

As time passed and after the original plan was delayed by over ten days, the forging of the Red Flower Sword was finally completed.

It was engraved with two hundred and eighty-one sets of five different Fire Formations, mainly focused on the Holy Sound Fire Formation, supplemented by four other different Third Grade Fire Formations.

Lin Xin had also tried it, capable of merging his Red Flower Sword Intent to form a Qilin.

The trial with Sanyin Luo went smoothly; with a clear direction, Lin Xin selected a few combinations of Fire Formations, tested the fusion with his Taoist Intent, and then forged a Longsword, inscribing the specified Fire Formations in it as his Magic Sword for deploying Sanyin Luo.

Additionally, he forged three more Longswords to complement the Red Flower and Sanyin Luo, forming a Sword Array. However, these three Longswords had no Formations engraved on them, leaving a large blank area, waiting to select suitable ones later on.

Once all five swords were forged, Lin Xin used the remaining materials to make careful preparations, then bade farewell to the Fire God’s child and flew toward his set goal.

He had spent considerable effort forging the Sword Array and collecting materials to reforge the Red Flower, not merely for frivolous fun.

Switching to all Third Grade Formations wasn’t too difficult for Lin Xin now, given his greatly augmented spiritual power. However, engraving Fourth Grade Formations was problematic.

Even he had to expend a lot of effort to complete one. Each engraving required a day of rest afterward.

Nowadays, almost no one could independently create Fourth Grade Formations; they all needed to leverage external forces. Anyone capable of reaching the Fourth Grade as a Master, had their cultivation reach the Yuan Jing level. In other words, Fourth Grade Formations required cultivation at the Yuan Jing level.

Lin Xin was able to meet the engraving conditions so early due to his terrifying precision and success rate, significantly reducing the waste of spiritual and physical energy.

With the five forged Sword Instruments, Lin Xin left the Fire God Palace and flew toward Brahma Net Mountain.

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Brahma Net Mountain was shrouded in a misty sea of clouds, rumored to be a tranquil place of Buddhism in the Ancient Era, a sacred mountain where Buddha’s Light shone universally.

But now it was occupied by the Demon Emperor, Kun Ji, who led his race to use it as their breeding den.

Kun Ji quietly floated in the palace at the mountain’s peak, within a small green slime pool, his body continuously evaporating green mist.

"Have you found that guy’s traces?" Kun Ji inclined his head slightly, looking toward the several smaller snake-headed figures walking in.

"I report to Your Majesty that the man moves too swiftly. Without Your Majesty’s assistance, we are unable to keep up," said one snake-headed figure in a low voice, fearfully.

Kun Ji’s chest bore a massive hole, a wound caused by Lin Xin’s strike, which was originally as big as a human head but had now shrunk to a small blood stain.

Being a member of the Demon Race, his recovery ability was naturally extraordinary, but if he had been slower in that instant, he could have ended up splattered with blood.

"Useless creatures." Irritation flashed across Kun Ji’s face.

He had a nagging feeling that Lin Xin would not simply let the matter rest, and there must be a follow-up plan. With Lin Xin’s personality, after being chased for so long, it would be incomprehensible if he did not respond.

Thus, he returned and immediately secluded himself to heal his wounds while also instructing his subordinates to monitor all surrounding areas, ready for any emergency.

Until his injuries were healed, he had to ensure his safety.

Especially since he was in his weakest state now. Besides Lin Xin, he had made many enemies over the years. Those who wished for his death were too numerous to count.

"Kun Ji Daoist, why worry so much?" a translucent figure sitting cross-legged nearby suddenly spoke.

When it remained still, no one noticed its presence.

But once it spoke, it commanded an undeniable presence that no one could ignore.

"I can’t help it. I was merely entrusted by others, but I didn’t expect this chaos," Kun Ji sighed and shook his head.

"That guy progresses too rapidly, ascending several levels in a short time, even able to challenge Yuan Jing levels at the Dao Seeking level. This is something I did not anticipate. No wonder that old Hong Gui exhausted one of my favors to make me kill him. Such a genius is indeed terrifying."

"Is it that exaggerated?" The translucent figure was skeptical. "In the past thousands of years in Central Prefecture, there hasn’t been anyone capable of challenging Yuan Jing levels below Yuan Jing."

"To be precise, he is unable to confront Yuan Jing," Kun Ji stated seriously. "When he was within my Yuan Jing, he could not resist, but his strength was surprisingly powerful. Yuan Jing can repel all external forces like Spiritual Energy and Demonic Qi, but it cannot eliminate the natural strength of his body."