# Chapter 2367: Heaven Like Sword
In the rolling sky, within the pitch-black storm, a trace of deep red appeared, stinging people's eyes painfully.
"What terrifying tribulation clouds! How much dreadful energy is contained within them?" Everyone looked up at the storm in the void, their bodies trembling slightly. If the power of that storm were to strike them, it would be enough to annihilate even their souls.
The Weapon Forger also raised his head, looking at the void, then his body retreated backward. Finally, within the brewing storm of destruction, a tribulation cloud of red and black appeared, crashing down fiercely from the sky, striking the sword that was gradually taking shape. The sword hummed incessantly, trembling wildly. However, the tribulation clouds in the void would not cease; they once again carried incomparable destructive power and slammed into the sword.
"Nine-nine number, supreme yang tribulation." The Array Forger murmured softly. There were eighty-one terrifying red-black tribulations, blasting a dreadful pit into that space. Above the three-foot azure blade, brilliant light flickered, as if it also contained a powerful will within.
"A semi-finished product? What does Senior Brother mean by this?" The Array Forger's expression tightened slightly as he muttered to himself. Then he heard the Weapon Forger say to the crowd: "The sword contains the will of ancient Saint Kings. My power cannot suppress it. I have not yet decided how to define the final sword. Everyone, lend me a hand. Infuse your power into the sword and see if you can guide and suppress the will within."
As he spoke, the Weapon Forger waved his hand, and the sword floated in the air. The crowd's expressions trembled. Then, from their bodies, waves of terrifying aura spread out. The might of heaven's dao roared and surged, pressing down and penetrating into the sword. In an instant, they could feel everything within the sword.
Lin Feng's Dominator power also entered the sword. But the moment it entered, he felt his power as if placed within a source of strength, extremely insignificant. Those terrifying wills and various powers simply could not be conquered, let alone become a unified force. No wonder even the Weapon Forger could not finalize the sword's form or bestow upon it its ultimate power.
The Weapon Forger forged swords to create the ultimate blade, reaching an extreme in some aspect. The Emperor Relinquisher was the extreme of soul attack; the Kassapa Leaf was the extreme of speed and slowness, creating an illusion of time, also an extreme. Now, as he forged this sword with countless ancient Saint King wills, he naturally would not pursue a chaotic sword containing various powers. Instead, he hoped to create another kind of extreme. If a single power could utilize the will and strength of endless ancient saints, it would surely surpass the past and forge a terrifying Saint King weapon.
Lin Feng's Dominator power sensed too many terrifying wills, chaotic and disorderly. If the sword were completed like this, even the Weapon Forger himself would probably be unable to control it.
"Hmm?" At that moment, the Weapon Forger seemed to sense something. His power was also within the sword, and he was monitoring all the wills that had entered. He discovered quite a few very powerful wills that could suppress, drive away, or even obliterate other wills. But this was not what he wanted to see. Not until he found a power that was not so strong but possessed the ability to merge and transform those wills. However, it was somewhat weak.
The Weapon Forger locked onto this power and traced it back to find its owner.
At this moment, Lin Feng's brow furrowed. Someone was tracking him. He withdrew his Dominator power, and then he felt a force descend upon him, locking onto his entire being.
"Who?" Lin Feng snorted coldly. Then he felt a gaze. Turning his eyes, he saw the Weapon Forger staring at him. This scene made Lin Feng show a strange expression. The one tracking him was actually the Weapon Forger.
The Weapon Forger's face was aged. He nodded slightly at Lin Feng, then withdrew his power and returned to the sword, looking to see if he could find a more suitable strong power. After a while, he was somewhat disappointed. There was none. Those people were really just suppressing, unable to achieve what he wanted. He was a sword forger. When he forged a sword, how could he really suppress the sword's power? What he wanted was change, to utilize this power, to make it unleash the strongest might, to make all those powers belong to the sword. Unfortunately, most of these people did not understand.
Among those present, probably only the Array Forger understood the Weapon Forger's thoughts best. After all, he was also a skilled artifact refiner and naturally understood what artifact refining meant.
"So this is why Senior Brother created a semi-finished product. He hasn't decided yet how to finalize the sword." The Array Forger thought to himself. At this moment, the Weapon Forger's voice rang out: "Alright, everyone withdraw your power."
As his words fell, the streams of power withdrew from the sword. Without their suppression, the power within the sword began to riot again, uncontrollable.
The crowd all looked at the Weapon Forger, not knowing what he was thinking. At this moment, the Weapon Forger moved his mind, and streams of terrifying sealing chains wrapped around the sword. Those chains connected to the Weapon Forger's body. He locked the sword onto himself.
"Young one, come here." The Weapon Forger's gaze fell on Lin Feng, causing Lin Feng's expression to freeze.
Beside Lin Feng, the Array Forger's gaze also turned to him. The Array Forger smiled slightly and said: "Lin Feng, Senior Brother has taken a liking to you. This is an opportunity for you."
"Lin Feng, not bad. The senior has chosen you." Heaven Like Sword also smiled and patted Lin Feng on the shoulder. To them, Lin Feng was a junior. Indeed, anyone here was much older than Lin Feng. When they became famous, Lin Feng had not yet been born in this world.
Gu Zhu's expression sharpened, then he revealed a smile. Truly heaven-sent. The Weapon Forger had actually chosen Lin Feng.
"Hurry and go." Gu Zhu smiled at Lin Feng and said. Lin Feng nodded slightly and stepped forward. But at that moment, Wu Ming's figure flashed and moved toward Lin Feng, saying: "Weapon Forger, Lin Feng is someone my temple wants. I hope the senior will leave him be."
"Oh?" The Weapon Forger's gaze suddenly turned to Wu Ming. His authority was evident without anger. He said coldly: "That has nothing to do with me. Young one, follow me."
"Alright." Lin Feng continued forward. But Wu Ming spoke again: "If the Weapon Forger insists on this, don't blame me for taking action."
As he spoke, his body continued forward. In an instant, Lin Feng felt his entire body stiffen. A terrifying spatial force descended upon him, as if heaven's dao had arrived, incomparably heavy.
The Weapon Forger frowned. But at that moment, a terrifying sword might burst forth. Heaven Like Sword placed his hand on his sword hilt. The space between heaven and earth suddenly became filled with slaughter.
"How dare you!" Heaven Like Sword's figure flickered, appearing directly in front of Lin Feng. Invisible terrifying sword might surged forth. Something seemed to shatter in the void — it was the spatial pressure heading toward Lin Feng.
"Lin Feng must die!" Wu Ming stepped forward. Spatial force enveloped Lin Feng.
"Annihilate!"
Wu Ming spat out a single word. Lin Feng's body felt as if it were being torn apart alive.
"Pfft..." Streams of sword light flashed, directly slashing at Lin Feng. But they did not harm Lin Feng in the slightest. Instead, they shattered the spatial force. At the same time, Heaven Like Sword's body walked toward Wu Ming. His sword had not yet left its sheath.
"You seek death!"
Sword intent enveloped heaven and earth. Sword light appeared. Heaven Like Sword's sword finally left its sheath. At this moment, it seemed as if time and space had stopped. Only that brilliant sword, thrusting toward Wu Ming.
On Wu Ming's body, spatial force flickered wildly. But his speed seemed to have slowed down ten thousand times, moving only a tiny bit. The feeling was as if he had stopped.
"Time, years?" Lin Feng's pupils contracted. He had seen such a sword before. In the ancient battlefield ruins of Qi Tian Holy Capital, during the battle of ancient saints from the past, there had been such a sword.
"Scram!" Wu Ming roared. The spatial force on his body seemed to break through time and years, stabbing toward the opponent. A crisp cracking sound rang out. The spatial sword shattered. Heaven Like Sword's sword continued forward, thrusting toward his brow.
Wu Ming bit his lips. Blood appeared between his lips. Terrifying spatial force imprisoned himself within it. The sword finally arrived. With a pfft sound, it stabbed into the void. Wu Ming's body rushed upward, as if trying to teleport away. But even spatial teleportation was slowed down. The sword finally arrived. With a pfft sound, it stabbed into his chest.
At this moment, the artistic conception finally lifted. A gust of wind swept past. Wu Ming's body disappeared, stepping into the void. But he lowered his head to look at his chest. There was a long bloody mark there, with blood continuously dripping down.
"Heaven Like Sword... so strong." The crowd's expressions trembled. The artistic conception contained in that sword strike was too terrifying. Even spatial teleportation had to be slowed down. It was only by a hair's breadth that the powerful Wu Ming had not died by his hand.
"And you dare to be disrespectful to the senior?" Heaven Like Sword looked at Wu Ming and said coldly. Wu Ming's expression turned ugly. Even someone as powerful as Heaven Like Sword still addressed the Weapon Forger as "senior."