Chapter 1073 - 524: Secret Technique of Rebirth (Part 3)

Chapter 1073: Chapter 524: Secret Technique of Rebirth (Part 3)

Even the Zen Heart Flowing was created before he ascended to legend, but this is the reason they could remain. Ernest created more than just five swords in his life; if they were legendary weapons, they would have already been lost and disappeared amidst the conflicts and wars.

But as Aife mentioned before, they were here to unravel the mystery of how Ernest solved the problem of his congenital deficiency.

Li Ang called to All Spirits within his heart, hoping they would present other visions.

This time, All Spirits responded quickly, and the scene before their eyes vanished abruptly. The two saw another moment in Ernest’s life.

His hair starting to turn white, he sat silently by the water, thinking deeply while his fingertips drew in the mud, sketching the structure of another weapon.

This is the process of Zen Heart Flowing’s creation. After witnessing it, Li Ang said to All Spirits, "Move forward, please, just a bit forward."

The two stepped over again and saw the creation processes of the other three swords.

His mother passed away, his father betrayed him, and the vigorous Ernest languished in the shadows of his home, the weight of fate pressing him into becoming a walking dead, soul out of body. Yet, he instinctively opened the furnace and swung the forging hammer, as if it was the only way to find a sense of reality in his life...

Betrayed by his lover, the once high-spirited young artisan genius found his heart wrenched. He wanted to hate, but more so to question the world itself. A sea of hatred, unable to vent due to reason. They lingered like a bone-ripping affliction, unconquerable, until he crafted a sword and finally managed to breathe...

Through talent, effortlessly, he could create works that astounded many. The exuberant Ernest participated in the Divine Weapon Appreciation, yet by one of the pinnacle treasures, a divine sword entwined with flame, his gaze was drawn. Upon his return, he immediately attempted to replicate it, though the motive stemmed from his arrogant belief that his skills were divine. Ultimately, he failed to reproduce a comparable replication, but another flame-burning treasure sword was born...

That divine sword was precisely the ancient Divine People’s sword described in Passionate Talent’s panel, "Celestial Fire Messenger," and now Li Ang knew it was forged by the Deus People.

Even in an illusion realm, he could discern that this sword bore a strong resemblance to Meluna’s "Celestial Fury." And now, he even felt that these weapons themselves were crafted in imitation of some other weapon.

The answer seemed to be at the brink — Apocalypse Device.

Li Ang memorized all the available information on the Celestial Fire Messenger to prevent the sudden end of the illusion realm.

He hoped internally for All Spirits to push forward once more, and They responded to him.

The past of Divine Artisan’s Five Swords concluded, but this time it proceeded step by step from back to front.

In the course of watching Ernest’s life, although the story was full of ups and downs, they couldn’t participate and even felt somewhat dull. Unnoticed by whom, Elaphia sat on Li Ang’s shoulder, her two delicate small feet swinging.

When the illusion realm’s transformation ended, the two finally saw a younger Ernest.

"He actually..."

Elaphia spoke softly but then paused. Before them, it was the adolescent era of Ernest, without a right arm and left leg.

The young boy sat by the window, looking at the shop across the street, needing great effort to keep from sliding down the wall.

That shop was precisely a blacksmith’s. At the moment, the furnace roared, sparks flew, and tools forged for the surrounding residents leaned against the wall one by one.

"...sister, I’ve told you, he’s completely useless, even a burden. Why not just outright..."

"Don’t bring up such talk again. Can you still call yourself a human, saying this?! Shut up, I’m home!"

Voices were heard outside. The entering woman was unmistakably Ernest’s mother. She hastily drove the others away and, after tightly shutting the door, cautiously looked toward her son.

Seeing his posture, the woman’s tears immediately welled up in her eyes. She rushed over to stabilize the young boy, "Why are you up again? This way, you’re prone to falling. Your last bruises haven’t even healed yet."

"It’s okay, mom. I just wanted to see more." The young boy smiled faintly.

The conversation outside, Li Ang and Elaphia heard it, not to mention the boy inside the room. This house was evidently a poor abode, not soundproof, and the malicious words were from the boy’s own uncle, possibly deliberately for him to hear.

Crushing the spirit of an already disabled boy aligned with his interests.

Seated on the bed with his mother’s support, Ernest hadn’t said anything before the woman began sobbing.

"I’m sorry, mom is useless. Your crutch and prosthetic hand can’t be repaired until the week after next. You’ll have to be like this for another half month."

The young boy remained silent for a while, then suddenly raised his head, "Mom, actually, I have an idea. You see, I’ve watched Jack forge iron opposite for so long, it’s really not that difficult, I have an idea."

His mother raised her head, looked at him for a while, and decisively said, "You’ve been smart since you were little; speak your idea, and I’ll help you realize it."

Even facing the reproaches and obstacles from relatives, she found simple forging tools for Ernest. Inside the house, the young boy hammer by hammer crafted himself a prosthetic hand and leg.

Naturally, during this process, he experienced failures and material waste, which made the reproaches and doubts even sharper. They even used more offensive words to attack him and his mother, believing he would drag his already faltering ordinary man destiny into the abyss.

But eventually, a miracle occurred.

Like the divine spirits showing favor, manifesting through the boy’s talent, the prosthetic hand and foot he crafted finally supported him to stand.

Is this truly a miracle?

Li Ang and Elaphia watched the simplified process and knew this was actually the unyielding soul grasping the fruit of its errant struggles.

Since then, everything began to change drastically.

His walk grew steadier because of the iterating prosthetic foot. He could do more and more work because the prosthetic hand became increasingly stable and reliable.

In the end, this arm even enabled him to knock down the evil-doer coveting his family’s newly acquired small fortune like a competent warrior.

He walked out of the village, out of the town, and into a broader world.

But there was never a moment when he grew new limbs through any secret technique; he had always been like this until he became the "Genius Artisan."

Perhaps this is precisely the secret technique.

"I understand now." Elaphia said.

"In the end, we still didn’t see a secret technique that could help you." Li Ang shook his head.

"This is enough, more than enough, I think you understand."

The young girl sat on his shoulder, gently wrapped her arms around his face, leaning against his ear.

The magical power within her started advancing towards a realm he hadn’t touched.

"You’ve touched upon it? The legend?!" Li Ang exclaimed wittily.

Elaphia softly replied, "Not yet able to reach there, because regarding how to wield the law, I’m still without a clue, but you know my mood and determination at this moment."

In the Land of Ten Thousand Spirits, the interconnected hearts made Li Ang understand her thoughts and her state.

Ernest’s "secret technique" precisely acknowledged the effort she made all along. The Divine Artisan’s defiance of fate was so consistent with her choice of Sword Control Master.

Walking on the path of the witch, certainly having her beloved and encouraging by her side, viewing this past together. Although lacking specific secret techniques, her internal doubts had been completely dispelled.

The young girl’s insecurity seemed to transform into the continuous kicking of two exquisite little feet, softly colliding her heels against his chest, as if aligning with the heartbeat.

Their blazing hearts found it difficult to calm down, the heat connecting, he couldn’t help but grasp it, causing Aifei’s body to tremble, sliding along his chest into his embrace. The petite Haven Race was as light as a doll, and Li Ang easily embraced her, their eyes met and gradually drew closer, until their lips connected.

Here, the rhythm of the soul surpassed the physical touch, the sensation of contact was paled in comparison to the soul’s stirring, in an instant, they seemed to be placed at the center of the universe, time, flames, galaxies, stars all swiftly vanished, and on a vast scale, nothing remarkable in themselves, the ultimate mark engraved was nothing but the most primal emotions of the human heart.

The illusion realm faded away like flowing water, the song of All Spirits lingered in their ears, resonating with each vibration of their heartstrings.