793 Unrivaled Scythe of Death
“Not a bad description at all. I quite like it,” Daoist Eternal Weapon replied, obviously content to hear the explanation using his smithing process to describe the fusion of Daos. “And you’re exactly right. The fusion process must be done at the same time, which means utilizing both Dao’s at the same time, which is not only harder to control, but is also far more draining on your soul power than moving one at a time.”
“Congratulations, you have now mastered the most initial stage of the fusion of Dao’s…which took me over a hundred years to accomplish” Daoist Eternal Weapon congratulated John while shaking his head in self pity and the difference in comprehension speeds.
A wry smile appeared on John’s face as he heard Daoist Eternal Weapon’s words of self pity, not sure of how to reply.
“Don’t look at me that way,” Daoist Eternal Weapon replied dismissively. “While I may be slow when compared to a freak like you, I’m only slow when compared to someone like you. There are less than twenty people on this continent who have grasped the fusion process, and my speed did not lose out to any of them.”
“Knowing how to fuse Dao’s is that rare?” John asked, not expecting to hear that.
“Of course it is. Fusing Doa’s requires one to have grasped at least two Daos to the Dao Expert stage, which is already quite rare, and then on top of that, it requires monstrous comprehensions to learn the correct fusion process. And finally, it requires immense talent to properly control both Dao’s for the fusion process. When you add all three of these things up, there are not many people who are talented enough to accomplish such a thing.”
“I see,” John mumbled, deep in thought. “So…what’s the next step in the fusion process? You said I only mastered the very initial stage, which means there are more stages.”
“Hahahaha,” Daoist Eternal Weapon laughed loudly, as if he had heard the funniest joke. “Telling someone how to fuse Dao’s will not help them, and will instead hurt their progress, so its in your best interest if I do not tell you.”
A skeptical frown appeared on John’s face as he heard this.
“Fine, don’t believe me? Then think back to when you had breakthroughs regarding Dao fusion. You first learned the fusion of Dao’s existed when you studied my smithing. If I told you I was fusing Daos, would that have helped you at all?”
“I…I guess not. I only fell into that trance because my mind was itching to find out the truth of what was going on. If you had told me, I would have gone about things differently,” John mumbled in agreement.
“Exactly, and again in your battle, you learning the process yourself allowed you to grasp the next steps with utmost clarity. You yourself admitted that you learned hundreds of things regarding the fusion of Daos, while the two steps you explained were only the most important. If instead I told you about those two steps beforehand, your vision would have been narrowed, and you would have missed the hundreds of other parts which are all required to make the fusion process work.
And lastly, each person is different, and each Dao is different. The steps for fusing your Dao’s are not the exact same as the steps for fusing my Dao’s, and so explaining my fusion process would only harm you, not help you,” Daoist Eternal Weapon finished explaining.
“That makes sense. Thank you,” John replied sincerely for the helpful explanation. With his questions about the fusion process settled, John gazed down to the object in his hand. It was a formation disk, six inches across and two inches thick. It was gray in color, with tens of thousands of tiny and intricate formation runes carved into its surface.
Lastly, a metallic frame wrapped around the edges of the disk, as if containing it within.
“What is this object you gave me?” John asked curiously.
“Ah, that. The Trade Master of the Mystic Trade Hall stopped by while you were unconscious, and told me to give you this formation disk,” Daoist Eternal Weapon explained.
“Ah…the spatial repression formation!” John exclaimed in excitement, as he had asked the Trade Master to get him the strongest spatial repression disk he could find.
“Yes, and to add to my apology of testing you previously, I added my own touch to the disk, which should make it even stronger,” Daoist Eternal Weapon explained, revealing why there was the metallic frame wrapped around the disk.
The frame itself had runes carved into it, making the disk even more impressive.
“The frame I made will double the length the disk can be used for,” Daoist Eternal Weapon explained.
“Thanks,” John thanked the man, as it was a very useful addition to the formation. After studying the object for a short while, John put it away.
“And last but not least…” Daoist Eternal Weapon spoke up, and a deathly aura suddenly flooded the room as the scythe appeared on the table between the two of them.
John’s eyes instantly lit up in excitement as he stood up and inspected the scythe which he had arduously fought for to obtain.
The shaft of the scythe was six feet long, and about an inch in diameter. It was made of the Stellar Void Ore, and was pitch black in color, as if it absorbed all the light around it. The shaft was straight and smooth, with small notches occasionally for grip support. Closer inspection revealed those notches to be formation runes, carved directly into the shaft.
His gaze shifted upwards towards the top of the weapon, where the shaft met the blade. The blade was the scythe-like protrusion from the Darkfiend Demon, and was so perfectly suitable for the blade that John wondered if it was possible to obtain a better material for the blade.
As if enhanced by Daoist Eternal Weapon, the blade seemed even shaper and more formidable than before. Just staring at the blade made John’s soul ache, as if it were being sliced in half.
pAn,d a-n0ve1,c-o-m Lastly, where the blade met the shaft was the blood red demon core, which sat perfectly between two as if no better core could exist. A sinister and bloodthirsty aura emanated from the core, which combined with the death aura from the shaft and the sharp aura from the blade to make a fearsome weapon unrivaled by anything John had seen before.
It was as if the weapon had been created by a demon god, fit for nothing else but taking lives and snuffing out souls. John stared in wondrous awe at the weapon for so long that he lost track of time, becoming completely enamored by it.
“What do you think?” Daoist Eternal Weapon asked, snapping John from his entranced thoughts.
“What do I think? You already know what I think,” John replied with great excitement as he reached out and grasped the shaft of the scythe, which was far heavier than he had been expecting. However, as it was designed for use in the World Expansion Realm, the weight was absolutely perfect.
His muscles strained with power as he was barely able to lift the weapon, which would no doubt require his full strength to wield with any proficiency. The air seemed to scream in pain as the blade moved through it, as if it were cutting the fabric of space itself. He held the heavy weapon in both hands, and wanted to unleash an attack to test the weapon, but his body’s condition was not good, and he needed to heal for a few days before he could properly test the weapon.
However, even without testing it, he could tell that the weapon was no doubt an absolute masterpiece, far better than anything he had ever seen before. It was truly an unrivaled scythe, one whose only purpose was to spread death across the lands.
“It’s absolutely perfect!”