Chapter 1111: Accompany Me

The Blind and the Mute watched the scene, their worries easing. They exchanged glances and nodded to each other.

As they had hoped, Qin Mu channeled his understanding into the forging process. He not only learned the knowledge they had imparted during their previous smithing but also mastered it with proficiency. Furthermore, Qin Mu entered a profound state, imbuing the forging with his insights, his comprehension of the Dao, his spirit, and even his Dao Heart.

As he forged, halos shimmered around his body. Phantoms of ancient deities materialized from within him, encircled by an array of small and large auras, symbolizing the Great Dao of the primordial cosmos. Resounding Daoist chants filled the air as his insights, his Dao Heart, his perseverance, and his efforts were hammered, blow after blow, into the shaping divine weapon. He meticulously transformed his Great Dao runes and divine abilities into microscopic forms, imprinting them deeply into every minute particle of the divine weapon with each descent of the hammer.

Whenever his vital energy and divine consciousness dwindled, he would drink a mouthful of Primordial Grandmist Liquid. When the divine weapon grew too hot, he would immerse and quench it in the same liquid, sparing no expense.

After the Mute and the Blind finished forging the Butcher's divine blade, they were surprised to find Qin Mu still hammering away, tirelessly. However, they didn't dwell on it, assuming that given Qin Mu's diverse knowledge, microscopic forging was inherently time and labor-intensive.

After resting for a while, the two elders reopened the furnace to forge boots and gloves for the Cripple. Forging the Cripple's artifacts proved even more time-consuming than crafting the Butcher's divine blade. The Cripple's unique cultivation method demanded artifacts that could accompany him through all manner of seals and enchantments, enhancing his thieving abilities. This presented a significant challenge for the Mute and the Blind.

By the time they successfully completed the Cripple's artifacts, more than twenty days had elapsed. They breathed a sigh of relief, only to turn and see Qin Mu still engrossed in forging his divine weapon. It was evident by then that Qin Mu was also forging a sword, though it appeared to be a rather ordinary divine sword, with no discernible exceptional qualities. Yet, Qin Mu was already utilizing the Heavenly Palaces within his Spirit Embryo Divine Treasure, forcibly imprinting them onto the weapon.

"The power of Qin Mu's divine weapon will likely be terrifying!" they thought, exchanging a glance. They understood that while Qin Mu's divine weapon had the outward appearance of a sword, it actually embodied his Great Dao and aspirations. It wasn't merely a sword but could freely transform its shape, explaining the complexity of its creation.

The phenomena surrounding Qin Mu dissipated. As the final hammer blow descended, striking the divine sword with a *clang*, the sword suddenly shattered with a resounding crash. The Mute and the Blind were startled. They swiftly rushed to his side, only to see the divine sword Qin Mu had painstakingly forged for days lying shattered on the ground. The divine sword had disintegrated into countless specks of dust; being forged at a microscopic level, its divine metals and materials had become imperceptible particles.

Qin Mu picked up a handful of the fine dust, staring blankly into space. The Blind man quickly activated his divine eyes to examine the particles, his brow furrowing slightly. "Mute," he whispered, "he intended to integrate fifteen Emperor Seat cultivation methods into this sword. But this sword cannot withstand such immense power."

The Mute carefully inspected the particles on the ground, identifying each material. "In terms of material composition, I couldn't have done better than him," he stated. "However... this sword is actually complete!"

The Blind man paused, slightly startled. The Mute then brushed away the dust to reveal a sword hilt with a six-inch fragment of a blade still attached. "This is the sword!" he declared with a smile.

Qin Mu, who had been disheartened, believing he had failed in his forging, quickly looked up. He saw that despite being reduced to a six-inch fragment, the blade remained incredibly sharp and its luster undimmed.

The Mute flicked the blade, chuckling. "Mu'er, you sought too much perfection," he said. "You wanted to forge a flawless divine sword, perfectly attuned to your Great Dao. But how can something like that be achieved in one go? The Way of Man is to deplete the deficient and augment the abundant. Your recent forging was simply too complete, inadvertently following the Way of Man."

Qin Mu seemed to grasp it, yet remained somewhat puzzled, lost in thought.

"You forged it to excess just now, but your cultivation method isn't yet complete. Forcibly crafting the divine sword caused it to be damaged, unable to withstand the power, leading to its shattering. As the saying goes, 'an arrogant dragon repents,' and 'fullness cannot endure.'"

"However," the Mute continued, "the Way of Heaven is to diminish the abundant and supplement the deficient. The fragmented sword remains. Use your own surplus to compensate for its deficiencies; this is your Dao sword, and you needn't demand perfection. This Dao sword requires you to continuously gain understanding and refine your cultivation method and your Great Dao to complete it. The day your cultivation is perfected will also be the day the sword is complete."

Qin Mu took the fragmented sword. With a subtle thought, a sword light surged from the broken blade, shimmering like water and reflecting his face. The Mute was indeed correct when he said Qin Mu had forged to excess. While forging this sword, his intention was to create a divine artifact capable of housing his fifteen Heavenly Palaces, imprinting his Great Dao runes and his profound understanding of the Dao into the blade.

However, six of his fifteen Heavenly Palaces were not yet complete. This inadequacy in his cultivation method meant his divine sword also had significant flaws, but Qin Mu's pursuit of absolute perfection led to its shattering.

The Mute smiled. "This sword will grow with you," he said. "Though it is a fragment, when it is complete, its power will immeasurably surpass that of countless other divine weapons!"

Qin Mu activated the Hegemon Body Three Elixir Technique. The fragmented sword suddenly dissolved into countless tiny particles, flowing like water to form a long blade. Then, with a gentle sweep of his hand across the blade, the long blade transformed into a dragon spear. The fragmented sword transformed according to his will, but each change into a different weapon required him to activate his own runes to compensate for its missing components. Each form had different missing parts, requiring different Great Dao runes.

Qin Mu put away the fragmented sword, still feeling a touch of disappointment. His incomplete cultivation method had led to the sword's imperfection, yet he still yearned to forge a flawless divine weapon.

"Haste makes waste," he mused. "Those like Grandpa Mute and the Village Chief, who cultivate a single Heavenly Palace, can forge divine weapons perfectly suited to them. But I, in my ambition to cultivate the Grand Heavenly Court, failed to complete it."

He composed himself. The voice of Dutian Demon King drifted from outside. Qin Mu stepped out of the manufacturing plant, where Dutian Demon King and Yu Zhaoqing approached to pay their respects. Behind them, three Heavenly Dragons also bowed. "We have not failed your trust," Dutian announced. "It took five years for Dutian to conquer the Heavenly Feather World. We have come to report our success!"

Qin Mu laughed heartily, helping him to his feet. "You've worked hard, Brother Dutian," he said. He summoned Long Qilin, unhooked the Pot Heaven Bottle, and said, "Your people are all within this bottle. Today, I bestow upon you Pot Heaven, an entire myriad realm. Please, old brother, observe."

Dutian Demon King suppressed his surging excitement. He watched as Qin Mu took out the remaining Primordial Grandmist Liquid, flicked his finger, and sent the Pot Heaven Bottle whistling upward. It ascended rapidly, soon reaching the vicinity of the Eternal Peace Primeval Wood. Suddenly, the divine bottle began to expand, transforming into a colossal treasure bottle dozens of miles high. Its mouth tilted downwards, hanging beside the Primeval Wood. Starlight, like a surging tide, poured out from the mouth, forming the entrance to Pot Heaven.

"Brother Dutian," Qin Mu chuckled, "you are now the master of a myriad realm."

Dutian Demon King gazed up at the Pot Heaven world, tears silently streaming down his face. He felt that all the hardships of the past few years had been worth it.