Facing an Ancient God for a Year

Chapter 1888: Chapter 1883: Three Swords, One Missing

Empty bright flower, the scab of the world.

The item acquired from the last Vacuum Flower mission, from the rising talents of the Blind Eye Association, the Golden Saints, has yet to be used.

And its usage requirements are simple: a certain quantity of gold, plus sufficiently pure extraordinary traits, upon contact automatically forges the corresponding extraordinary item.

So even pure waste might count as a form of purity, right?

Achieved even under the condition of full divine presence itself.

Fu Qian was quite convinced that this Swaddling Holy Grail in his hand ranked astonishingly high.

Specifically, if he wasn’t careful, it could exceed the one-time usage limit of the Vacuum Flower.

From this perspective, it was yet another case of "everything has been arranged for the best."

After all, with Kaldora’s completion, it might indeed surpass the Second Phase.

Perhaps at that time it wouldn’t be waste, but possess other wondrous effects, but wouldn’t he then miss a chance to become a Golden Saint?

Now, the only problem is, where to get some gold?

Sighing once again at the indescribable wonder of cause and effect, Fu Qian pensively set the two items aside for the time being, and picked up the mask beside him.

...

The morning light was faint, and the frost rose with the sun.

The Academy in winter was quickly regaining its vitality.

However, Su Zhiyan, who had been busy all night, was clearly still napping.

Fu Qian did not rush to wake her, nor did he ask the Night Watchman for a bit of sponsorship, but instead went straight to the side and picked up a golden candlestick.

Indeed, although there were no candles, there was indeed a candlestick here, and it was entirely of real gold.

Quite large, adorned with intricate and elaborate patterns, its aura of luxury was undeniable.

This was one of the requirements for upgrading the laboratory hardware at the time.

Professor Fu was not lying; even though he did not yet have suitable extraordinary traits, it seemed reasonable to arrange for related experimental materials.

He particularly mentioned to Professor Chang Mo at the time that a solid gold ornament was needed.

He emphasized that the design could be imaginative, but the weight must be substantial.

And it was apparent that Miss Liushuang’s evaluation of her mentor was not exaggerated.

Although this requirement was so outrageous that Chang Mo’s face almost touched the ground, the execution was meticulous indeed.

Its weight was undoubtedly considerable, and the craftsmanship on it was excellent. Who knows where she requisitioned it from.

Of course, no matter how exquisite the design is, the time for burning the zither to cook the crane had come.

Fu Qian removed the mask again.

...

Let me think, the simultaneous contact of extraordinary traits and sufficient gold...

The warehouse remained silent, and to prevent the candlestick from being damaged by corrosion, Fu Qian almost clutched it to his chest, integrating it into his conceptual self.

Recalling the rules for using Riftforge, Fu Qian immediately picked up the dreamlike item and placed it atop the candlestick.

It must be said, the visual effects of the two items were splendid, with the Holy Grail appearing relatively humble in comparison.

Fu Qian placed the final item on the other side of the Riftforge, setting them down in the air on the table.

It was indeed quite simple, and the fact proved that pure waste was indeed a form of purity.

Mere seconds of waiting, and the flower-like structure within the Riftforge began to move as if alive.

...

At a certain moment, Fu Qian seemed to see the Vacuum Flower he once gazed upon in the underground workshop through the will of the Saint Fighters.

However, despite its dreamlike illusion that blinded the eyes, the unfolding crystalline flower was ultimately far inferior.

Just a crude indirect representation, with no possibility of observing that darkness any longer.

Quickly making such a judgment, Fu Qian, feeling slightly regretful, focused his attention entirely on the changes.

Though crude, it seemed sufficient for the Second Phase.

Some sort of reflection from the rift was transmitted by the flower before him, rapidly resonating and bouncing between the gold and the Holy Grail.

Snap—

A mournful tremor accompanied as the flower shattered into countless crystal clusters and points and planes, drawing the two objects together.

Fu Qian watched with wide eyes as the Holy Grail guarded by the sacrificial efforts of the three Apocalypse Knights was crushed to pieces, not to mention the golden candlestick.

The latter had lost all semblance of its original form, with the amount of material scattered reaching a process loss rate alarming enough to report.

But there’s no need to be so petty; after all, it’s not over yet—

Fu Qian, expressionless, watched as everything was compressed to a point, and just when you’d expect the usual polarity switch to expansion presenting a peerless divine weapon, it didn’t happen.

That point simply vanished.

...

This seems a bit excessive, doesn’t it?

Just further processing, and you ground everything away?

The warehouse was extremely quiet, and the gold spender, Professor Fu, remained emotionally stable, quietly summarizing the current situation.

And it wasn’t long before a moment came when he reached out and grasped the void.

Like performing magic, the next moment a new object appeared in his hand, even quite substantial.

It turns out words shouldn’t be spoken rashly; did this really kick me to the Swordsmanship Department?

And Fu Qian looked down and contemplated.

Indeed, it was truly a weapon, even an actual sword.

The lines were smooth, almost of a two-handed sword in length, yet due to its slender, sharp blade, it had an incongruous lightness.

There were no excessive decorations, but just by its outer silhouette, it exuded an elegance, as if even brushing against it was a crime.

Of course, that wasn’t the most important—the material and visuals of the sword were quite special.

To describe it, it seemed as if the earlier clusters and the Swaddling Holy Grail were shattered and mixed, ultimately forged together under some peculiar pattern.

The result was a genuine manifestation of intertwining gold and silver-white, forming special patterns within the blade.

But never mind all that; where’s our gold?

Just looking like it isn’t right, did all that material really just vanish?

...

Indeed, crafting a sword was somewhat unexpected.

Considering the usage rules of Riftforge, Fu Qian understood that the form of the final product largely depends on extraordinary traits.

The gold would be automatically twisted into a suitable carrier form, much like the Saint Fighters in the workshop.

And stemming from such an odd mission, with a name like Divine Swaddling, it feels like it should have been a mysterious weapon akin to a Blood Drop, with a more fitting aesthetic.

Unfortunately, this self-crafted item lacked detailed instructions, or even a name, offering no way to discern further reasons from it.

But as the old saying goes, always look on the bright side.

At least now, it seems I can help give it a name, like—Sword Three Minus One?