“Why don’t you let this old demon devour its Primordial Spirit and seize its body?” the Chaos Demon suggested.
“You only need to wait until the python’s soul leaves its body.
After that, everything will be yours to decide.”
Hearing the suggestion, Lucian secretly felt a chill.
The Chaos Demon had already demonstrated the terrifying ability to sense Wang Chong and the others through the Little Beard Ring, even detecting opportunities to kill them.
A being capable of restoring itself into a complete Primordial Spirit was far more frightening than he had imagined—perhaps even stronger than a true Lord of the Nirvana Realm.
Normally, Lucian always stored the Chaos Demon, its magic banner, and everything related to it inside the Little Beard Ring.
He feared that if left unattended, the Chaos Demon would secretly absorb the power of the Void Origin Pearl and restore itself.
Now…
The demon wanted to devour the Demon Python’s Primordial Spirit and take over its body.
If such a savage creature ever escaped his control…
He would have no way to stop it.
Ignoring the Chaos Demon’s proposal, Lucian looked at the massive black python lying in the valley.
“If you cooperate with me…”
“And allow me to infuse my blood essence into your Primordial Spirit…”
“I can preserve your consciousness forever.”
“Hiss!”
The Black Serpent Demon suddenly opened its enormous jaws.
Its crimson tongue shot forward like a blood-red spear.
Before it could strike…
A green lotus burst forth and severed the tongue in a single blow.
“Excellent.”
Seeing that Lucian had resolved to kill the serpent, the Chaos Demon nodded in satisfaction.
“Turning this python into a puppet would be a waste.”
“You should refine its divine remains into a Spirit Sword instead.”
“I’ve noticed your sword array lacks a true Heavenly Sword to anchor it.”
“With one…”
“Its power would easily double.”
Lucian frowned.
“A Demon Python’s bones can really be forged into a sword?”
The Chaos Demon immediately became furious.
“When you fought it…”
“Didn’t you see it summon a black Spirit Sword?”
Lucian nodded.
“I did.”
“Whenever it transformed into human form, it could summon a powerful sword.”
“But it never seemed as strong as a true magical weapon.”
The Chaos Demon snorted.
“That’s because it only refined a single bone into a sword.”
“You, however…”
“Will refine every drop of its flesh, blood, and bone essence into one weapon.”
“Then fuse its soul into the blade.”
“Tell me…”
“How could such a sword compare to an ordinary magical weapon?”
If the weapon truly possessed a spirit…
Its value would far surpass any ordinary Heavenly Treasure.
A weapon spirit alone might not directly increase a weapon’s destructive power.
However…
With a sentient weapon spirit assisting its master…
Many divine techniques could be executed that were otherwise impossible.
That also meant…
Where Lucian had once been able to simultaneously wield four magical weapons…
He could now control five.
If the Bone Spirit Sword were integrated into his sword formation…
Its power would increase dramatically.
Thinking back to the hundreds of hidden lightning strikes released by the Demon Python’s sword…
Lucian couldn’t help but feel tempted.
If he could truly forge such a divine weapon…
His own strength would soar.
Still…
The Chaos Demon seemed unusually enthusiastic.
Lucian narrowed his eyes.
“How do you know all this?”
The Chaos Demon laughed.
“Gu Yu and his companions hunted this Demon Python for more than half a year.”
“Do you think they were chasing it for fun?”
“They wanted this Bone Sword.”
“Naturally…”
“I know the refinement method as well.”
It was obvious the Chaos Demon was offering generous benefits.
What it truly wanted…
Was something in return.
“When you extinguish my soul…”
“You’ll naturally obtain the refinement method from my memory fragments.”
Lucian’s expression turned cold.
“And why should I believe you’d help me?”
The Chaos Demon’s tone became grim.
“If you die before entering the Sea Market…”
“I’ll simply fall into someone else’s hands.”
“I’ll be refined again.”
“No matter how resilient my mind is…”
“It cannot survive being torn apart over and over forever.”
After mastering the Bone Sword refinement technique…
Lucian finally understood why Gu Yu and the others had pursued the Demon Python so relentlessly.
He also understood why they had carried those two sacred artifacts with them.
Using the Chaos Demon’s guidance…
He refined the python with Tribulation Windfire.
The Demon Python’s Primordial Spirit was forced into retreat and sealed within the sword’s core.
The remaining flesh…
Scales…
Bones…
And bone marrow essence…
Were slowly refined into the blade.
Aside from a few remnants…
The finished Bone Sword was enormous.
Its body was blood-red.
Its edge resembled the cold fang of a serpent.
The guard looked like the open jaws of a giant python.
Nearly eight feet long…
The blade towered over Lucian himself.
Its entire form resembled a monstrous serpent compressed into the shape of a sword by unimaginable force.
The Chaos Demon chuckled.
“Now…”
“You finally understand how deeply you’ve offended Xu Zhaorong of the Heavenly Dao Sect.”
His tone carried unmistakable schadenfreude.
The savage tribes of Snow Dragon Mountain possessed an ancient secret art…
One that allowed demons and magical beasts to be refined into divine treasures.
Originally…
Lucian had intended to forge the Eight Desolation Mystic Pagoda using the Black Python King’s bones.
But such a project would have required years…
Perhaps even decades…
Even with the full strength of the Kui Dragon Pavilion.
Yet…
With the Chaos Demon’s assistance…
The terrifying Bone Sword had been completed in little more than ten days.
It was nothing short of miraculous.
Under the tempering of Tribulation Windfire…
The python’s bones naturally assumed the shape of a serrated blade.
Hardly any manual shaping was required.
When heaven and earth collapsed…
All things returned to their origin.
Tribulation Windfire represented that primal force of destruction.
Though unlike any Heavenly Flame…
It was inferior to none.
The value of the Chaos Demon’s primordial essence far exceeded that of the two sacred artifacts.
At present…
The Heavenly Dao Sect believed the Chaos Demon had already perished.
Because of that…
They had abandoned the Xuantian Disk.
But…
If they ever discovered that the Chaos Demon’s primordial essence was actually under Lucian’s control…
How would they react?
After a moment, Lucian asked,
“Xu Zhaorong hasn’t even condensed her Primordial Spirit yet.”
“So why do you speak as though she’s even more troublesome than her elder brother, Xu Zhilong?”
The Chaos Demon laughed.
“If she weren’t constantly suppressed by conflicts with others…”
“Her Primordial Spirit would have long surpassed her brother’s.”
“Even so…”
“She’s still qualified to compete for the Heavenly Dao Sect’s True Inheritance.”
“Her combat strength is already comparable to experts of the Nirvana Realm.”
Lucian frowned.
“What magical treasures does she possess?”
“And…”
“What is this mysterious secret technique?”
The Chaos Demon’s expression suddenly darkened.
“I was captured by her father, Xu Zheng…”
“And forced to swear a secret oath deep within my soul…”