My Weekly Refreshing Mentor Spirit-Chapter 339 - 301: Heading to the Interstellar Corps (3)
"Confirm it, you can look at the hilt of my dagger, it’s made of the same material." The old man once again handed his dagger to Xue Dili.
Xue Dili cut open the non-slip cover of the dagger’s hilt, and at the very depths of the hilt, indeed, there was a polished, smooth withered branch of the Divine Tree used as the hilt.
Xue Dili fell silent for a moment.
He stared blankly at the old man. At this moment, he realized that the original purpose of the Divine Tree was to aid in interstellar exploration, to improve the environments of barbaric planets, acting as a shield for all life. But now, they had completely transformed into bizarre, twisted products that could only bear fruit after absorbing billions of lives.
Moreover...
"You said, this thing is from the Venerable King’s hair..." Xue Dili looked at the branch in his hand.
"It’s also a legend, I don’t know the specifics either. But just treat it as such." The old man smiled as he handed the branch to Xue Dili, "Use this as the hilt."
Xue Dili took a deep breath, looking at the twigs in his hand, and for some reason, he suddenly felt very uncomfortable.
Clearly, the Divine Tree was originally for nurturing life. Why, in this era, has it turned into a monster that reaps life?
It even became a greedy monster that can never be satisfied, becoming the most terrifying natural disaster on various planets.
How long exactly was the interval between the First Era and the current Fifth Era? What exactly happened that led the Divine Tree to completely transform from a life-nurturing World Tree into a terrifying, eerie Cannibal Tree?
And the Mist Council, when exactly was it established? The First Era? Or a later time period?
One question after another swept through Xue Dili, as if he had grasped something, but was still shrouded in the mists of everything.
Divine Tree... World Tree... Mist Council... Interstellar Corps...
Xue Dili closed his eyes. The current information was still too little for him to draw a conclusion from what he had.
But in any case, he indeed realized that the Divine Tree itself has no inherent good or evil. If someone uses the Divine Tree in the correct place, then it will be the World Tree that gathers water sources and accumulates the atmosphere to nurture life.
But if the Divine Tree is used for evil, then it will become a demon that devours billions of beings and creates terrifying plant monsters.
In the First Era where the old man was, it seemed to still be an age of interstellar exploration, just like how the old man didn’t know that the Divine Tree could devour people, only thinking it was a good thing that could nurture life.
No longer thinking much, Xue Dili quietly picked up the twigs of the Divine Tree in his hand, and began gradually crafting them into the cross-guard and hilt suitable for the Holy Sword.
After some time had passed, Xue Dili crafted the bifurcation of the twig into the cross-guard and the entire branch into the hilt. Once it was fixed, he shaved it to fit the grip, and finally wrapped it with the silk thread from the Fairy Tale World for anti-slip treatment.
The final step was the infusion.
This was what the old man told Xue Dili: the method to forge a Magic Weapon into a Treasure is to infuse "great deeds" into the weapon.
In general, you need to use the weapon to accomplish corresponding great deeds in order to form a Treasure, but that batch of old Interstellar Corps members discovered this Infusion Technique, requiring the witness of a World Consciousness to infuse past great deeds into a new weapon, also elevating it to a Treasure.
However, each great deed can only be infused once, and the quality of a Treasure made with this Infusion Technique is somewhat inferior to a proper Treasure.
That dagger which pierced Zeus’s second brother was already infinitely close to a Treasure, but unfortunately, its raw material was just an ordinary dagger, thus it fell short in the end. However, the Zeus bloodstains and mystery lingering on it compensated for this.
But this time, Xue Dili decided not to infuse it himself. He handed the sword to Fafnir and encouragingly said, "Fafnir, use the method I taught you to infuse the great deeds of Uncle Brave and our battles against the Insect Race together into it."
Fafnir looked at the feather-patterned longsword in her hand. Though it was completely different now, she could still faintly feel that it had a similar aura to that of her father’s once Holy Sword.
However, this sword was ultimately no longer the Beloved Holy Sword from before, but a brand-new weapon crafted together by herself and her teacher.
She tightly gripped the hilt, and the technique unfolded beneath her. She recalled the time when she met her teacher, those grand days of escape in the rain, everything that followed, and finally, the moment of recognizing her true father...
At that moment, the blade burst forth with an incomparable light. This light surged from the ground, and the breath of lava and earth caused the surrounding magma and molten fire to boil, to cheer.
In that moment, the Holy Sword was completed!
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"According to our TV station’s reporter, this afternoon, two abnormal lights appeared at Mount Fuji’s crater, later accompanied by a large amount of dense smoke and a small amount of lava. Is this a sign of an imminent eruption? Stay tuned for our subsequent connection with geological experts..."
In the living room at home, the TV was broadcasting the news.
At the same time, Xue Dili and Fafnir, who were eating, watched the news with guilty expressions, especially when they saw the eighty-year-old geologist preparing to personally investigate Mount Fuji, feeling even more guilty.
"Is the volcano going to erupt? How far is this volcano from us?" Aunt looked at the TV and asked.
"Almost two thousand kilometers away, it might affect us, but I’ve communicated with them. At least for now, it won’t erupt..." Xue Dili replied.
