Now that the Extreme Tyrant Sword had integrated the Phosphorus Fire and the Nether Flame, its tier had risen from the initial sixth to the seventh. As long as he fused in the Illusion Flame and the Sunset Flame next, it would complete the set of four “Yin Yang Light Dark” attributes, thereby birthing a special slashing ability—the Black-White Boundary!
However, from this point onward, fusing more flames into it would become dramatically more difficult, since this was already the fourth and fifth Extreme Flames.
Extreme Flames were inherently violent by nature. Three of them could form a relatively stable triangular balance—no more, no less.
Fortunately, the Extreme Tyrant Sword was still only at the seventh tier for now. Even if it exploded, it wouldn’t harm him, giving him the capital to experiment and make mistakes.
If he hadn’t refined the Rootless Earth Spirit Fire, granting him defenses beyond the ordinary, he couldn’t have even attempted this idea. One could only say that his luck from his past life had truly been remarkable!
Yan Zhen absorbed both the Illusion Flame and the Sunset Flame into the Fire Refining Starry Sky. With his cultivation and innate talent for fire control, he didn’t even need to refine them—he could master these two Extreme Flames directly.
In the time that followed, Yan Zhen familiarized himself with the pair, “bonding” with them to pave the way for the upcoming fusion.
Jialan Fairy had told him to stay small for three days, so three days it was—not a minute less. Yan Zhen could only play with fire while stuck in that five-year-old skin of his, getting snapped in countless commemorative photos to boot.
“Saint Lord Master, please don’t let these pictures leak out, or I’ll have no face left to show anyone.”
“Hehe, don’t worry, Yan’er. I’ll keep them safe as cherished mementos~”
Faced with this, Yan Zhen could only trust in his Saint Lord Master’s integrity.
After three days trapped in the five-year-old skin, three days of playing with fire, and three days of being toyed with himself, the time was finally up. Jialan Fairy reluctantly restored him to his normal size.
The commotion within the Fire Refining Starry Sky was still intense, indicating that the ninth-tier Mystic Pill’s refinement hadn’t concluded yet. Not wanting to disturb his beautiful master, Yan Zhen stayed out and settled his mind to attempt fusing the light-attributed Sunset Flame into the Extreme Tyrant Sword first. Jialan Fairy stood guard beside him.
As expected, fusing the fourth Extreme Flame proved far more challenging than he’d imagined. The sword exploded three times in a row. Though the Stone Shield summoned by the Rootless Earth Spirit Fire automatically blocked each blast, the impacts still shook Yan Zhen so hard he nearly spat up his milk.
“Yan’er, are you alright?” Jialan Fairy asked with some concern. “It seems we’ll really need to borrow the power of the Fire Refining Starry Sky and Chen Xi after all.”
“It’s all the same. I can suppress four Extreme Flames on my own—the key is finding the right trigger for fusion.”
Yan Zhen rapidly circulated his spiritual power, his brow glowing brightly.
“I’ve got to seize that instant!”
That was exactly how he’d done it in his past life. But suddenly, inspiration struck, and Yan Zhen thought of the feeble fire seed lodged deep in his sea of consciousness.
It had played a pivotal role when he’d refined the Xuan Huang Dual Qi Flame. Could it do the same this time—?
Yan Zhen halted the fusion and then summoned the “little pitiful” fire seed.
Pitiful, weak, and helpless as the fire seed was, it was quite lively. It quickly appeared in his palm, leaping up and down playfully.
When the sword and flames in the air sensed it, they all grew agitated—not out of fear or submission, but shock and confusion, like a group of humans suddenly spotting something that didn’t belong among them.
With a thought, Yan Zhen urged the fire seed closer to the sword and flames. Sure enough, as if understanding his intent, it circled around them once. Then the sword and flames began to fuse.
“That was so easy?”
Stunned, Yan Zhen gritted his teeth and summoned the Illusion Flame as well, tossing it in. As expected, it fused right along with the rest.
The fire seed darted to and fro around the Extreme Tyrant Sword, accelerating the integration of the Sunset Flame and Illusion Flame.
After about half an hour, the fire seed seemed to tire of the game and flew back to Yan Zhen’s palm. Both the Sunset Flame and Illusion Flame had successfully merged into the Extreme Tyrant Sword.
The blade was no longer just gold and silver. One side gleamed black, the other white, with the sword’s edge itself forming the “Black-White Boundary.”
One slash, and black and white parted—nothing could withstand it!
In plain terms, it was a power of severance, a rule-based ability. Without comprehending laws, no one could counter it. Below Half-Saint, it was unstoppable!
According to the script, with his Mystic Ancestor cultivation paired with the Extreme Flame Extinction Ashless Slash, he could shatter a Supreme Powerhouse’s domain restraints. Combined with the Xuan Huang Dual Qi Flame’s ability to decompose space, he could even tear apart a Supreme Domain outright and injure the Supreme Powerhouse within!
This ability alone elevated the Extreme Tyrant Sword to the pinnacle among seventh-tier Mystic Artifacts!
For Yan Zhen, the black-and-white design was cool straight to his heart.
He stowed the “little pitiful” fire seed away and gripped the sword’s hilt. Flying out from the Lotus Pod Platform, he held the sword in both hands and slashed fiercely at the Bitter Sea below.
His vision split into black and white, left and right, with the boundary line marking the slash’s path. The strike cleaved the golden seawater apart, forming a wave scar roughly a hundred zhang long.
“Whoa…”
This was the weighty Bitter Sea, no less. Against an ordinary sea, it probably would have parted clean in two.
Thoroughly satisfied, Yan Zhen figured that just calling it the Extreme Tyrant Sword no longer did its might justice. He ought to prefix it with “Grand” or something to highlight its extraordinariness!
“Congratulations, Yan’er.” Jialan Fairy approached, eyeing the black-and-white greatsword in his hand with a puzzled glint. “It actually succeeded so easily—truly unexpected. What exactly is that fire seed? I have no recollection of it at all.”
Yan Zhen smiled.
“I’m not entirely sure myself, but I can sense it’s very close to me. I’m sure we’ll figure it out in time.”
“Shall we continue fusing the rest of the Hundred Extremes Flames next?”
Yan Zhen still had the Azure Flame and Verdant Flame on hand, which completed a “earth, water, wind, fire” set.
“Once we fuse in the fifth Extreme Flame, the Extreme Tyrant Sword will advance from seventh to eighth tier. With my current spiritual power, I can’t withstand the corresponding heavenly tribulation yet, so we’ll have to pause for now.”
“Then let’s gather the remaining two Hundred Extremes Flames first. I’ve already sent people.”
That left the fire-attributed Crimson Flame and the earth-attributed Yellow Flame.
The former lay in a volcano on Crimson Yang Continent, a super low-end version of the Great Crimson Heaven Flame. The latter hid in the deserts of Yellow Turban Continent, a bargain-basement take on the Rootless Earth Spirit Fire.
Even so, the Crimson Flame and Yellow Flame were irreplaceable. He couldn’t use the Great Crimson Heaven Flame or Rootless Earth Spirit Fire in their place, as their tiers were too high to achieve balance.
“Thank you, Saint Lord Master.”
“You child, what are you thanking me for?” Jialan Fairy ruffled Yan Zhen’s hair. “Chen Xi is still refining pills, and the Evil Consort hasn’t arrived yet. Why don’t you stay here and keep cultivating, Yan’er? Your mystic power can’t advance further right now, and your divine soul has reached True Realm Peak. Only your body remains at the sixth tier… How about continuing with body refining?”
Yan Zhen scratched his cheek.
“That’s exactly what I had in mind. Please teach me, Saint Lord Master!”
“No rush, Yan’er. Forging your lifebound sword took a lot out of you—rest first and have something to eat.”
“Huh? This… alright, sure.”
“Then sit down and try the milk cakes I made.”
“Eh? Oh, milk cakes, got it.”
“What else did you think they were, Yan’er?”
“…Nothing.”
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