"I am unable to touch its essence, it is too dangerous and sharp..."
Orn Sarekbas looked at Shi'e, and he seemed to recall some long-lasting memories...
When the river of time traced back to the top of the mountains tens of thousands of years ago, Orn-Sarekbas quietly stared at the earth.
Sometimes, there will be noisy sounds coming from the air currents that shuttle through the mountains.
They bring the joy of the world, the smell of dust and rise and fall.
At this time, Orn-Sarekbas knew that the mortal kingdoms were celebrating their inexplicable festivals again.
That day, Orn-Sarekbas vaguely remembered the sounds of mortal things ringing in the mountains.
And a ball of flame falls from the sky...
Orn-Sarekbas knew that it was a lost will.
It is part of a powerful being, withered and immortal in reality...
"I remember it - that unruly soul, its broken will was shining with such light..."
Orn Sarekbas glanced at Yi Qiu, who seemed to be sizing up something.
"I have never dealt with it, but I still remember..."
Orn Sarekbas felt quite sad that countless heroes were constantly traveling through the long river of time.
They showed their colorful will and strength, and they set off countless waves and torrents in the mortal world.
But now, everything has sunk into the dust of time...
"It also has a weapon similar to yours. Maybe the will of killing gods is always hidden in the stick."
"Perhaps, it is the catharsis that has been suppressed to the extreme, and it no longer requires elegance and artistic refinement?"
Orn Sarekbas shook his head, he was not able to understand everything.
The ancient past is manifesting for Him, and the rings of time and space have not been able to erase His traces.
But the truth that is exhausted in the vastness is still as shocking as the first time He came into contact with it...
It is beautiful and boundless...
"I once imagined building a weapon like this - but I failed..."
"Then I realized that such a weapon cannot be forged by a craftsman."
"No matter how superb the craftsmanship or the exquisite conception, it can't be given to the soul that charges and screams against all corrupt orders."
Orn Sarekbas looked at Shi'e, but he didn't try to grasp it.
That was a blasphemy against the weapon, for He had no will to hold it.
Ornn Sarekbas is one of the few who can directly understand the existence of the will behind this weapon.
He respects those waves set off by countless mortal things. They are small, but they shake the sky!
"I guess the only thing I can do is change the material that holds it."
Orn Sarekbas looked at Shi'e and murmured in a low voice.
"Nothing remains what it once was under the fires of the mountains - except one thing..."
Orn Sarekbas pointed to the ancient fire that he summoned from the void.
Then he paused and said:
"That is the soul that is so transparent that it penetrates everything!"
"Put it in, and I will give it a purer substance."
"It should be promised a more perfect bearing..."
Orn Sarekbas looked at Yi Qiu, who seemed to be smiling.
Being able to add a bit of luster to such a rare god-killing blade seems to make this ancient god quite happy.
He loved this craft because it was his origin.
And now, He still has not abandoned them.
After listening to Orn Sarekbas's story, Yi Qiu looked at the ancient fire that exuded endless heat.
It burns quietly, and the void seems to become soft under its licking!
Yi Qiu picked up Shi'e, sensing the inspiration given to him by fate.
He withdrew from the subtle state of fate, and the torrent of fate merged with him again.
The surging waves of fate were guiding him out of dangerous undercurrents and whirlpools.
And the ancient fire suitable for the mountains began to slowly flicker with a golden light.
That is the guidance given by fate...
The golden light gradually became stronger, like a restless flame, blooming with its unique brilliance in the void.
So Yi Qiu no longer hesitated and put Shi'e into the fire of the mountains.
Suddenly, there seemed to be a blazing white light flashing through the void!
The light is so strong that it penetrates the darkness of the void and shines the light of order in the chaos!
"I heard it, it was an ancient cry..."
"Their lamentation, their anger, their...resistance..."
"It's fate that has given all this..."
"The unyielding roar that penetrates time makes it perfect!"
An ancient warhammer appeared in the hands of Orn Sarekbas at some point.
There are some sharp marks on its edges, which seem to be marks left by some dangerous weapons.
Even now, you can still feel the sharp and sharp aura from those traces.
There are still some sedimentary things left on it.
They are like the remains of matter, but they carry something lighter than matter.
"Now, it's time to unravel all that!"
Orn Sarekbas suddenly opened his eyes, and the ancient mountains were reflected in his divinity!
"I am the top of the mountains!"
"I am the highest furnace!"
Ornn-Sarykbas sings the ancient chants, and his thick forest-like beard floats wantonly under the surging divine power!
The entire void seems to be staring at him, staring at this powerful ancient god!
"The accumulation of years, the tempering of time, the polishing of divine blood..."
"The cry of divinity unties the dust of the soul!"
Ornn Sarekbas raised his warhammer high, and endless and surging divine power lingered between his body!
They are roaring, showing the endless power and majesty of this ancient god!
"Supreme furnace fire, shatter the rust of that matter!"
"Here, here!"
Then, Ornn Sarekbas slammed the war hammer!
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Everything came to a standstill at this moment, and the void seemed to have fallen into a muddy path!
Those voices that once clamored in the void, and those substances that shuttled through the void, completely collapsed in the next moment!
In the endless chaos, there seems to be some kind of ancient thunder resounding throughout the void!
"boom!!!"
Endless light and endless heat are fully integrated at this moment!
No one, no god, can gaze into that dazzling light!
In a daze, the nearest Orn Sarekbas heard some kind of ancient cry.
They are in pain, they are wailing...
They suppressed it, they endured it, and then they used all their strength to roar out a thundering roar: