I Contracted All Ancient Divine Artifacts-Chapter 286 - 185: World-Burning Furnace

Elder Bing and Chen Zui had just finished drinking the wine from their bottles.

Han Zhan's swaying body looked like it was about to fall.

At that moment.

The swaying suddenly started to slow down.

Han Zhan tightly closed his eyes, his brows furrowing deeper. Around his body, streaks of Sword Qi began to appear out of thin air.

Seeing this, Elder Bing revealed a knowing smile, while Chen Zui showed a flicker of surprise in his eyes.

"No wonder Xiao Jin has taken a liking to him."

Watching the increasingly fierce Sword Qi gathering on Han Zhan, Chen Zui couldn't help but nod. "I'm growing to like this kid more and more."

"Like him?" Elder Bing pointed with some schadenfreude at the towering stacks of wine barrels beside them, "You'll like him less in a moment."

Following Elder Bing's finger, Chen Zui's expression changed dramatically.

"Li Tugui! Save the wine!"

Before Chen Zui could speak, Elder Bing had already summoned his Contracted Spirit, the ruler as long as a forearm.

After taking out the ruler, he placed both hands on either end of it.

The Spiritual Power of a Tier Seven Peak emitted an ivory light that illuminated his entire face.

"Precept: The pottery here is indestructible."

The ivory light circle spread from under Li Tugui's feet, quickly covering the surroundings.

"What? Just the pottery? No, I also have some in wooden barrels, and other containers!"

Chen Zui wanted to say more.

Elder Bing gave him a glaring look.

"Do you think I've lived too long and want me to die from backlash?"

His Contracted Spirit Ruler has the ability of Precepts, fighting by establishing rules.

As for Li Tugui himself, his talent awakened with the ability of "Teaching and Educating," doubling the effectiveness of setting rules in language and writing aspects.

The combination is rather decent.

But casting Precepts has quite a few limitations.

First, when it comes to Spiritual Power consumption, the amount needed for "The pottery is indestructible" is entirely different from "All the utensils are indestructible."

Then there's feasibility. The feasibility of "The pottery is indestructible" is clearly higher than "The pottery is eternally indestructible."

Excessive Spiritual Power consumption will cause backlash to the one who set the Precept, and extremely low feasibility Precepts are very likely to undergo unexpected mutations.

Therefore, setting Precepts requires the caster to make the most correct assessment in a very short time.

It's a test of "the art of language."

Lastly, casting Precepts also has range restrictions. Once a certain specific range is exceeded, the Precept will fail.

Just as Elder Bing applied the Precept rules to most of the ceramics, Han Zhan, standing still, fully erupted.

When the Sword Qi reached its Peak, an area within several meters around Han Zhan was already filled with fierce and vigorous sword light.

The wooden bench closest to him was instantly sliced into shreds.

The wine jar used for holding Separation Wine was also crushed into dust by the Sword Qi.

Han Zhan's muscles began to shake violently in resistance.

His eyelids, heavy, tried to open.

More and more uncontrollable Sword Qi shot out during this process, striking Buried Sword City's walls, punching one small hole after another.

"I..." His body's shaking intensified.

"I—" He forced his eyes open slightly.

"I!" Han Zhan's body straightened, breaking free of some kind of restraint and shackle.

He suddenly opened his eyes wide.

"I will not retreat!"

With Han Zhan's final shout.

The poised Vigorous Sword Energy all emitted a humming resonance at that moment.

Countless Sword Qi condensed, and the simultaneous hum filled with resonance caused all the wine in the utensils to ripple!

All the Sword Qi roared skyward in the next second, piercing straight into the clouds.

High above the skies, the clouds were stirred into a gigantic whirlpool by the Sword Qi.

All the resonant wine jars went boom-boom, one after another, in explosive sounds.

Other than the ceramic wine jars, the rest exploded completely.

Turning into a rain of wine falling from the sky.

Pitter-patter.

Chen Zui looked at his wine jars shattered into pieces, and the wine, with a face full of agony, his eyes almost tearing.

Reopened eyes Han Zhan dissipated his Sword Intent.

"I did it."

...

Clang, clang, clang.

A rhythmic knocking sound came from a simple blacksmith shop.

A bare-chested man wielded an iron hammer, pounding on the branding iron.

He seemed to sense something, lifted his head, and looked toward the distant sky.

"Sword Qi Heaven-Slaying? Has Jin returned?"

"It shouldn't be. Jin's Sword Qi and this one are different."

"Then who could it be?"

He muttered to himself as he swung the hammer again, landing with a heavy thud.

The intensely red branding iron scattered sparks with that strike.

Beside him was a gigantic forge reaching out of the blacksmith shop.

With each hammer fall.

Tiny black impurities were pounded out of the branding iron's surface, and instead of cooling, its temperature only climbed higher.

The entire "branding iron" turned redder, nearing the color of magma.

The man focused, held his breath, and suddenly opened the giant forge.

In that opening moment, terrifying heat waves swept through the blacksmith shop.

Without hesitation, he immediately tossed the intensely red "iron block" into the forge.

Then, as fast as possible, he shut the forge.

The heat waves receded.

His whole body steamed dry by the heat, only somewhat relieved by a few gulps of wine.

"The Magma Heart has been thrown in."

"The World-Burning Furnace is about to ascend."

"Hey."

The fire-charred dark man chuckled to himself.

But soon he shook his head, feeling it was all pointless.

"Boring, boring."

The World-Burning Furnace suddenly erupted high flames, instantly engulfing the entire blacksmith shop.

After a long while, it returned from its expanded state, suddenly spitting out a large cloud of black smoke.

Like it had burped after a satisfying meal.

With that burp, a palm-sized metal orb was spat out and crashed hard against a distant house wall.

Near the indented house wall was a Heaven-Reaching Halberd slanted into the ground.

Not far away, on another house roof, was a Xuanhua Axe split horizontally in the center.

Swords, spears, staffs, axes, battleaxes, hooks, and forks.

Looking from high above, it became apparent that many structures within the radial range centered on the blacksmith shop had not escaped, penetrated by different weapons.

A rough estimate revealed at least thousands of weapons piled here, forming a weapon embankment.

The dark-skinned man crawled out of the blacksmith shop ruins, rebuilt the even more ragged and charred shed.

He then recalled the earlier sky-high Sword Qi and rubbed his chin.

"Go see Chen Zui, find out what's happening, and maybe bring some wine back."