From Outcast to Overlord The Unyielding Heir (Leander Ashcroft) novel Chapter 690

Chapter 690 Reforging the Sword Spirit

Chapter 690 Reforging the Sword Spirit

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A thunderous crack echoed across the hillside villa as a thick bolt of violet lightning tore through the clouds and illuminated the night sky. The lightning struck down from above, turning the parking area of Villa No. 1 into a field of daylight. It descended like a blue–violet flood dragon and slammed directly into Leander’s palm.

Crackle!

The lightning surged into his hand. In an instant, arcs of electricity spread across his body, wrapping around him as every cell was filled with violent electrical energy.

The True Martial Heavenrend required three steps to forge. What he was performing now was the first step–Thunder Infusion. The broken sword left behind by the Infinity Sword Immortal was an exceptional sword blank. Although most of its original power had faded with time, it still retained its spiritual essence and remarkable adaptability.

He had not hesitated. The moment he returned to the hillside villa, he began the forging process. The mysterious old man who had appeared at the Ashcroft family made it urgent for him to complete the sword as quickly as possible. Only then would he have the confidence to face that unfathomable existence.

The True Martial Heavenrend did not depend solely on its physical form. Its true power came from the energy sealed within it. Among all destructive forces in heaven and earth, lightning stood at the pinnacle for both annihilation and penetration.

He needed to draw heavenly lightning into his body, use himself as a conduit, and channel it into the sword.

Thunder rolled overhead as another bolt struck without warning. In normal circumstances, such power would leave even elite body cultivators on the brink of death. It was strong enough to erase a powerhouse like the King of Red Sun, while even Eldon had been reduced to dust when struck by a reflected lightning blast from him. Yet he remained completely unharmed.

His Devourer Form allowed him to absorb any form of energy and convert it into his own power. His Nirvana Energy was even more extraordinary, vast, and all–encompassing like a sea absorbing countless rivers. Using his body as a medium, he carefully guided the lightning into the broken sword.

Blue–violet light erupted from the sword as it released a piercing hum. The entire parking area was filled with resonant cries of swords.

At that moment, the villa doors opened, and a graceful figure stepped out. It was Genevieve.

She had somehow slept through the entire day inside the villa. It was the most peaceful sleep she had ever experienced. Only the overwhelming energy fluctuations outside had finally awakened her.

Her eyes widened when she saw Leander standing amid the lightning.

“He’s forging an artifact?”

Shock filled her expression.

In the Lesser World she came from, weapon–forging techniques did exist. They were ancient inheritances passed down through sects and families, never revealed to outsiders. In the secular world, such methods had long been lost.

Even in the Lesser World, those who knew how to forge artifacts were extremely rare–each one was a talent fiercely fought over by the major families and sects.

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Chapter 690 Reforging the Sword Spirit

Yet Leander was only in his twenties, and he came from the secular world. He actually knew how to forge artifacts.

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A sharp sword cry suddenly rang out. A streak of sword light tore through the sky as the broken sword swept forward. Thunder erupted in its wake, and a blue–violet arc of energy stretched across hundreds of feet. Within that range, everything–even the air itself–was shattered into microscopic particles.

“Not bad.”

Leander raised his hand and formed a sword gesture with two fingers, slowly tracing them along the broken sword. His spatial ring flickered, and a piece of pitch–black metal floated into the air, suspended by his Primordial Energy.

“I’ll use this piece of celestial black iron to rebuild your body.”

The second step of forging the True Martial Heavenrend had begun–Reforging the Sword Body.

In its sword–blank state, the sword had absorbed the power of Heavenly Thunder to form its core foundation. However, a sword blank was inherently incomplete and required a full body reconstruction to reach perfection.

The dark metal floating before him had been taken from the mouth of an active volcano. Even while submerged in molten lava, it had remained completely unchanged. Its hardness was beyond anything he had ever encountered. He had collected it long before the True Martial Heavenrend was conceived, knowing it would one day serve this purpose.

“Begin.”

A surge of Dragonfire erupted from his palm, wrapping around the black metal. The extreme heat distorted the surrounding air. Ordinary materials would have melted and vaporized within moments under such flames. Yet the black metal resisted for a full two minutes without any visible change.

“Interesting.”

A faint smile appeared on his lips. His energy intensified, and the Dragonfire shifted into a deeper crimson as the temperature rose further.

After another minute, the metal finally turned red and began to liquefy.

“Go.”

With a flick of his finger, he sent the broken sword into the molten metal. The liquid metal flowed over the sword from top to bottom. Cracks, gaps, and missing sections were gradually filled and healed. The sword lengthened as it reformed, extending to the tip.

A complete longsword slowly took shape within the blazing fire ancient, elegant, and carrying an imperial aura.

Leander’s eyes sharpened. He clenched his hand, and a powerful force surged outward, drawing water from the nearby pool into the air like a waterfall. It crashed down onto the molten sword.

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