Greenmount Courtyard, inside a small courtyard.
Ian Song sat beneath a lush, emerald-green tree, holding the ancient, pitch-black Abyssal Ancient Sword in his hands.
The sword was extremely sharp, able to pierce a Profound Immortal’s body with ease. However, its sword spirit was in a deep sleep. Without awakening the sword spirit, Ian could only unleash half the power of this Dao-Ancestral Artifact.
But to awaken the sword spirit, he first had to refine the sword.
With a thought, Ian Song began channeling immortal yuan force into the sword.
But after a while, he withdrew his immortal yuan force, feeling that refining the Abyssal Ancient Sword this way was painfully slow. Even if he worked day and night, it would take hundreds of years.
Even inside the Divine Temple, with thousand-fold time acceleration, it would still take months.
Months might not seem long, but Ian lacked the patience. So, he unleashed Law power from both hands and began channeling it into the sword.
"Hmph!"
But as soon as the Law power was injected, the Abyssal Ancient Sword bounced it back.
"What's going on? Is Law power not compatible?" Ian wondered.
So Ian switched to other Law attributes, but the Abyssal Ancient Sword still bounced them all back.
"Heh! Trying to play hard to get, huh? Well, I'll play hardball with you today!" Ian muttered.
With a thought, Ian Song channeled Chaos Aura into the sword. This time, the process was exceptionally smooth; in less than half an hour, he had tempered the sword with Chaos Aura. He felt a faint connection with the blade, and it felt more intimate in his grip.
Moreover, the sword absorbed some of his Chaos Aura, undergoing a subtle transformation. The blade, already plain, now looked even more rustic—like a scrap-iron sword.
At the same time, Ian Song sensed the sword spirit’s residence—the sword-spirit space—inside the blade.
Suddenly, a tricky sword-light shot toward Ian Song’s consciousness like lightning.
"Eh?"
Ian Song was surprised. Hadn’t he been told the sword spirit was asleep? Why was it attacking him?
With questions in mind, Ian Song shifted his entire awareness into the sword-spirit space and countered with his own sword strike.