Becoming an immortal against the will of heaven

This long saber had an ancient and simple design, without too many fancy patterns or decorations.

Yet, this ordinary-looking long saber contained an extremely terrifying pressure within it. Although not fully formed, its wild and fierce aura was already bursting forth uncontrollably.

With each hammer strike, Chen Tian could feel an incredibly clear rebound force, as if it was trying to hinder him.

Initially, this rebound force was within Chen Tian's control, but as he continued to hammer and the long saber gradually took shape, the rebound force surging from within slowly became like a mountain roaring and a sea howling, making each hammer strike extremely difficult for Chen Tian!

"Bang..."

Suddenly, at this moment, a sound completely different from the previous quiet sounds abruptly arose, like an explosion, startling the birds resting around, causing them to flap their wings frantically and fly away as if fleeing for their lives.

In a short while, the dense flock of birds originally on the surrounding bushes disappeared in an instant.

Looking back at Chen Tian, the hammer in his hand was gone, rebounded to the trunk of a giant pine tree ten zhang away, and deeply embedded within it.

As for the long saber that Chen Tian was hammering, it had already developed countless cracks and had failed.

Seeing this scene, Chen Tian couldn't help but shake his head and sigh. Then, he found a piece of cloth and simply bandaged the torn tiger's mouth of his bleeding palm.

It turned out that when Chen Tian was hammering the long saber, the power emanating from it had become so immense that it was unbelievable. Chen Tian could no longer suppress it and could only watch helplessly as the hammer in his hand was rebounded, and the tiger's mouth on his palm was torn and bleeding.

In fact, seven years ago, Chen Tian had already successfully replicated a Profound-grade magic weapon. In the following years, he had been forging this ordinary-looking long saber.

To be honest, even Chen Tian himself wasn't sure what grade this long saber was, but Chen Tian was certain that it must be stronger than ordinary Immortal-grade magic weapons, perhaps close to Ancient magic weapons, or so he thought.

Because the prototype of the long saber that Chen Tian was replicating was the Immortal Slaying Saber that injured Jin Chi in the Fallen Immortal Valley!

The Battle of Fallen Immortal Valley completely changed Chen Tian's path of cultivation, transforming him from a weak cultivator into a heaven-defying talent capable of dominating one side.

Especially the fusion of the three-race incarnations by chance greatly improved Chen Tian's strength once again.

However, all of this had to be built on the foundation of injuring Jin Chi, otherwise, the current Chen Tian would have died tens of thousands of times over.

Thinking of this, Chen Tian reached out and gently stroked the broken blade of the long saber.

Back then, Chen Tian relied on the Immortal Slaying Saber, burning his life and taking a deep breath, to repel Jin Chi, who possessed a true Immortal body.

So, it was the Immortal Slaying Saber that saved Chen Tian's life!

It's just a pity that because Chen Tian's strength was too weak at that time, the Immortal Slaying Saber shattered in the fight with Jin Chi.

And this was the most unforgettable pain and regret in Chen Tian's heart.

Withdrawing his hand from the long saber, Chen Tian's expression became firm and serious again.

This Immortal Slaying Saber was the highest-grade magic weapon Chen Tian had ever come into contact with. If he could recreate it, it would be of great help to Chen Tian's comprehension of artistic conception.

However, precisely because the Immortal Slaying Saber was of too high a grade, Chen Tian had been unable to replicate it in the past seven years, no matter how he tempered it.

It could be said that in the past seven years, Chen Tian had only been doing one thing every day, and that was replicating the Immortal Slaying Saber again and again.

However, without exception, they all failed. In fact, the number of times he failed had reached the sum of the number of times he failed to replicate Profound-grade magic weapons.

But even so, Chen Tian was not without gain. In the process of replicating the Immortal Slaying Saber, Chen Tian's control over the power of the Heavenly Dao became more proficient. He was confident that he would be able to replicate it successfully in the near future.

Thinking of this, a faint smile appeared on Chen Tian's slightly tired face. Then, he took out a wine gourd from his waist, opened the stopper, and took three big gulps.

The crazy old man had been gone for ten years. Although he hadn't returned during this period, he would send a gourd of spirit wine to Chen Tian with a white crane every once in a while.

And Chen Tian had gone from only being able to drink one sip at the beginning to being able to drink three gulps in a row without any problems. These were enough to show that in the baptism of time, Chen Tian's strength was also slowly increasing imperceptibly.

Occasionally, the crazy old man would also bring back a family letter, but the content was mostly complaints. For example, that today a friend was not kind enough and didn't even lend him a few Immortal Pills; or that tomorrow a stingy ghost was too stingy and only stole a few Immortal Fruits that had grown for ten thousand years, and began chasing and killing him all over the world...

However, at the end of the family letter, the crazy old man would always add a sentence, telling Chen Tian not to worry, to cultivate diligently, and that he would definitely save up enough heavenly materials and earthly treasures needed for Chen Tian to break through to the凝海境 (Condensing Sea Realm).

The family letter was not long, and the content was extremely bland, but Chen Tian could read from the lines that the crazy old man was running around for his breakthrough to the凝海境 (Condensing Sea Realm).

And whenever he thought of this, a warm feeling would involuntarily emerge in Chen Tian's heart.

At the same time, this also made Chen Tian more determined that he must not fail the crazy old man's good intentions and that diligent cultivation was the way to go.

Thinking like this, a determined look appeared in Chen Tian's eyes again. He took out another piece of iron ore, threw it into the raging fire of the furnace, and planned to continue trying to replicate the Immortal Slaying Saber.

"Awoo... Awoo... Awoo..."

However, suddenly, at this moment, several roars of wild beasts rang out from a distance, occasionally interspersed with a desperate cry for help.

Hearing these sounds, Chen Tian was stunned. You must know that he had lived in this mountain forest for ten years, and apart from the daily companionship of birds, he had never seen a second person. Then, who was this cry for help coming from?

Thinking of this, Chen Tian frowned slightly. Then, his figure suddenly disappeared from the blacksmith shop.

When he reappeared, Chen Tian was already by a small stream three miles away.

Near this stream, a man in coarse cloth, about thirty years old, was confronting several strong white wolves.

The man's thighs had multiple bite marks, and bright red blood flowed down, dripping into the stream, flowing all the way to Chen Tian's feet.

However, after seeing this scene, Chen Tian's face suddenly turned gloomy.

Because he discovered that these white wolves were not ordinary wild beasts, but a group of demon beasts!