Liu Wuxie could observe each transformation of the blade with his Ghost Eye. As the repairing spiritual runes were infused into the blade, the cracks swiftly vanished, and a potent blade intent permeated the entire chamber.0

The blade was three inches longer than before and heavier. The spiritual runes were like spiderwebs covering the entire blade’s surface. The blade also gave off a profound aura from the blade tip. The dense blade aura ripped apart space and shot toward the walls on both sides, leaving marks behind.0

“An excellent blade! It should have a name now!” Liu Wuxie caressed the blade as traces of blade aura climbed up his shoulders through his hand and coursed through his body. It was an affinity coming from the blade as though it had acknowledged him as master.0

“Let’s name it Heretic Blade!” The ‘Xie’ in his name also meant heretic, and ‘blade’ signified blood, befitting a blade that would draw blood upon being drawn.0

Liu Wuxie placed his hand on the hilt of the blade. The blade intent enveloped the blade as he focused his gaze on the anvil at the center of the chamber.3

“Cut!” With a flash of the blade, Liu Wuxie swung it down onto the a...0