Chen Xuan thought about it and decided to add the prefix of the Human Emperor Xuanyuan.
After all, this sword was recast with the body of the Xuanyuan Sword. Although the help of the Human Emperor Xuanyuan to Chen Xuan was not as great as that of Fuxi, it should not be forgotten.
"Xuanyuan Emperor's Sword? Good name."
The Holy King of Yumu took the magic sword over, rubbed the carved patterns on the sword body, and when he touched the four holes, he exclaimed again: "What kind of sword-making genius is he? He can actually blend it on this sword.
Four holes are really amazing! You should know that the most taboo thing about forging a sword is to destroy its integrity. Digging a hole will reduce the power of the sword by 300% and the master who made this sword can actually make four perfect ones.
The flawless sword hole, its sword-casting level is extremely close to that of the top sword-casting masters in the prehistoric era."
"The name of that sword-making master is Yang Zhu." Chen Xuan smiled slightly.
"Master Yang Zhu is really a god!"
The Saint King Yumu praised him highly and immediately stretched out his other hand to Chen Xuan: "Give me the blood-reverse bead."
"Senior, can you integrate the blood-reverse bead into the Xuanyuan Emperor's sword now?" Chen Xuan was a little surprised.
You must know that Yang Zhu needs to prepare carefully for the incorporation of gems into the sword hole.
The Saint King of Yumu is obviously not a sword-casting master, and Chen Xuan could not imagine what method he could do.
"If you ask Master Yang Zhu to do it, it will take him a little time. My method is simple and rough. Just press it in forcibly."
The Saint King Yumu smiled and, under Chen Xuan's nose, he took the blood bead and pressed it into the last sword hole.
For a moment, Chen Xuan wanted to stop the Yumu Saint King from taking action.
But he still endured it because the Saint King Yumu did not really have no skills to press the blood beads, but instead stimulated the powerful power of the Saint King and used a subtle Taoist method to perfectly embed the blood beads into the sword.
There seems to be no flaw in the hole.
In fact, Yang Zhu told Chen Xuan before that the four sword holes he forged were very stable. Even if Chen Xuan himself incorporated the gems, he would not destroy the sword body, but it just took different time.
Therefore, a simple and crude method like the Holy King of Yumu can completely work.
"Here, isn't that good? Then."
The Saint King Yumu smiled heroically and threw the Emperor Xuanyuan sword back to Chen Xuan.
After Chen Xuan caught it, he incorporated a trace of spiritual consciousness and immediately felt that the power of this sword had been completely improved, and it was faintly carrying a strong blood-devouring power.
"What have you integrated into? Why does this bead want to devour my soul?" Jian Ling Yinglong protested.
Chen Xuan immediately used his original consciousness to restrain the power of the blood-reverse bead: "Ying Long, sorry, this bead should be with you for a long time, so bear with it."
"It's not that easy for it to swallow me." Ying Long replied, and fell into daily silence again.
"Time doesn't wait for anyone, Chen Xuan, let me understand the Great Way of Rain."
The Saint King of Yumu held Chen Xuan's hand and walked into the forbidden area of the Yumu tribe. This place has the most natural and primitive cultivation environment, covering the road of rain. This road evolved from the road of water, and it was deduced many times.
A defensive attack principle, rain can purify the mind, restore vitality, and kill people invisibly. It is a kind of avenue that Chen Xuan has not practiced.
In the next day, Chen Xuan devoted himself to cultivation, followed the Saint King of Yumu to comprehend the Great Way of Rain, and absorbed a lot of experience in how to achieve the Great Way of Saint King. One day, enlightenment is better than ten thousand years of hard practice.
However, controlling the Great Road of Rain still cannot help Chen Xuan break through the bottleneck of the Holy King.
Moreover, the day was too short, and the Saint King of Yumu wished Chen Xuan would stay here for the rest of his life.
"Senior, the Yumu Tribe is not my destination. If so, I will receive a task reminder, so I still have to leave, but I just don't know where to go next."
Chen Xuan hopes to get guidance from the Holy King of Yumu.
"Child, you are a person who transcends the times and don't know how you will go next. I am a stubborn defender of the old era, so how can you be your guide?"
When the Holy King Yumu said this, he actually showed a hint of oldness and powerlessness.
"But I think you can keep going east, and there are only a few places to stay in the east."
“Is it going east?”
Chen Xuan's eyes became firmer.
"Senior, I am going to say goodbye. I will never thank you for your kindness. I will never forget your name in the future."
Chen Xuan said this solemnly, and he regarded the Holy King of Yumu as a god.
"It would be enough to have you said."
The Saint King of Yumu laughed and greeted the people from the entire Yumu tribe to come over and see Chen Xuan off.
Zi Niang, who rescued Chen Xuan, was her child Babu, the colorful fairy birds who liked to tease people, and all kinds of divine beasts and birds. They all came, and everyone's eyes were reluctant to leave, and they didn't want Chen Xuan to leave.
"Big brother, will you come back to see us in the future?" Babu asked naively.
Chen Xuan didn't know how to answer.
Because he does not belong to this era at all.
Everything is going on in the cold world of missions.
But Chen Xuan couldn't bear to disappoint Babu, so he replied with a kind lie: "If you have time, I will come back."
"That's great! That's great!" Babu was so happy that he picked up the green little Qilin high and kept spinning around, "Big brother, when you come back next time, Babu will definitely become a real warrior!"
Chen Xuan smiled slightly and looked forward to it.
"Hmm?" The Holy King of Yumu suddenly frowned and looked towards the horizon.
There, dark clouds condensed, and endless black evil spirits surged like storms, covering most of the sky.
"Chen Xuan, go quickly!"
The urge of the Holy King Yumu was filled with anxiety.
"Is the Burial Immortal invaded? Then I will stay and fight with you!"
Chen Xuan also looked to the horizon, and the fire of fighting spirit ignited in his eyes.
"No, Chen Xuan, you have a more important mission to accomplish. Don't worry about us. There is no need to use your compassion on us. Let's go!"
The Holy King Yumu said, inspiring the power of the Holy King and preparing to fight.
"Maybe I'll stay and help you resist the burial of immortals, which is also one of the tasks." Chen Xuan still stayed firmly.
The Saint King of Yumu turned his head, looked deep, and said earnestly: "Chen Xuan, after I saw your origin, I also saw my own destiny. It should be said that the fate of this era has been destined, and our Yumu tribe is destined.
It is a dust in the long river of history; but you can't change the past, but you can change the future. Let's go! Unfortunately, I can't pass on the Holy Seal to you, because I will do my best to fight for the last one."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Saint King Yumu suddenly shot out a halo formed by the power of the Saint King, enveloped Chen Xuan in, and flew away quickly with Chen Xuan.
"Senior, I can't leave alone!"
Chen Xuan attacked the light shield wildly, but to no avail. He could only watch himself getting farther and farther away from the Yumu Tribe, and a sad feeling instantly surged into his heart.
The words of the Saint King Yumu kept echoing in his mind, "You can't change the past, but you can change the future." Chen Xuan's eyes changed from being unwilling to being firm and determined, and told himself in his heart that this tragic era had already come to an end.