Published: March 3, 2025
Chapter 469: Intra-room Conflict
"Is this a failure?!"
Looking at the Holy Flame Sword missing its tip, Liu Yu's pupils contracted and his heart trembled.
It felt somewhat unbelievable, but upon reflection, it was only natural; yet the disappointment was inevitable.
If a spiritual treasure capable of annihilating the world could be easily refined, then this world would have been thrown into chaos long ago.
The seven once again stepped onto the central floating island, gazing at the damaged Holy Flame Sword, and for a moment, the silence was terrifying.
"How did it come to this?!"
Staring dazedly at the broken blade, Tang Tianbao's eyes reddened slightly, his mood extremely unsettled.
A dignified peak foundation establishment cultivator was actually showing a face full of dejection, one could imagine how great the blow was to him.
In this situation, Uncle Yang, Zhou Ziwen, and the others also wore heavy expressions, their spirits very low.
Although they did not carry the heavy mission like Tang Tianbao, their feelings towards the sect were genuine, and they could fully empathize.
Watching the failed refinement of the Holy Flame Sword, Liu Yu suddenly felt a stirring in his heart.
"A failed refinement might not necessarily be a bad thing for me."
The thought flashed through his mind.
The power of spiritual treasures could destroy the heavens and earth, and even yuan ying cultivators had many restrictions when using them, only able to unleash a small fraction of their power, let alone using them continuously.
Only upon reaching the divine transformation realm could one easily invoke spiritual treasures.
If the Holy Flame Sword had succeeded in refinement, even when he reached the golden core realm, Liu Yu still wouldn’t be able to activate it or refine it.
For a long time, it would be no different from having not obtained it at all.
But now, with the refinement failure, the Holy Flame Sword remained at the level of a magical treasure, yet its power surpassed that of true treasures by a large margin; it might not be a bad thing after all.
If he could obtain this sword, he could refine it once he formed his golden core in the future; even if he could only unleash a portion of its power, it would be a strong trump card.
With the might of this sword, dominating the golden core realm would be a piece of cake!
Thinking of this, Liu Yu felt a surge of warmth in his heart, but he showed no unusual expressions on his face, temporarily holding back.
...
The sea of fire burned fiercely, fragments of the floating island continually falling into the sandy stones, causing ripples on the surface of the magma lake.
"After over three thousand years of effort, has it all come to nothing?!"
"In order to refine this sword, the mountain gate has been ruined, countless sect members have died or been injured, and the sect has since fallen into a slump."
"Master, perhaps your choice back then was truly wrong."
"Disciples are incompetent and cannot bear the responsibility of revitalizing the sect!!"
Tang Tianbao mumbled to himself, his words full of self-recrimination and pain.
He felt a flicker of doubt regarding the correctness of the choice made by the True Lord of Heavenly Fire back then.
After a few breaths, he suppressed the sadness in his heart and stepped forward, wanting to take this sword away from the secret realm.
The other six followed closely behind, also heading towards the small pit where the Holy Flame Sword had fallen.
Magical treasure!
What a familiar term, one that foundation establishment cultivators often hear.
But the number of cultivators who had seen one with their own eyes was indeed few and far between.
So familiar yet so distant, and so strange!
Now that they had the opportunity to come into contact with it, even without the thought of claiming it as their own, everyone wanted to observe it up close or even touch it with their hands.
"If the 'traitor' from the Holy Flame Sect intends to make a move, now is the best opportunity."
With this thought flashing through his mind, Liu Yu quietly kept an eye on the movements of the few people around him.