Chapter 118: The Purple-Gold Winged God

That flicker of Vermilion Bird golden fire seemed to sense the approach of the Purple-Gold Bone, pulsating even more fiercely at Li Ren’s fingertips.

The flame, originally devoid of any warmth, unleashed a powerful, scorching heat amid the intense fluctuations.

This heat was so overwhelming that even Li Ren, who had endured the purifying blaze of heavenly fire that had burned his entire body, found it unbearable.

It was as if a massive furnace stood before him, radiating searing heat.

After releasing this immense heat, the Vermilion Bird golden fire boldly burned a bottomless hole through the stone wall above Li Ren’s head, extending upward endlessly, the edges nowhere in sight.

Despite enduring such fierce flame refining, Li Ren’s hands remained steady and unshaken.

Feeling the pulsation of the Vermilion Bird golden fire, Li Ren’s heart beat with anticipation.

The moment the two came into full contact, the faint flame of Vermilion Bird fire suddenly exploded, enveloping the purple-gold wings completely.

The fire blazed fiercely. Li Ren furrowed his brow, realizing he could not control this powerful flame; all he could do was watch its performance in his current state.

Though he had known from before that the Purple-Gold Bone required burning, continuously refined by fierce flames, he was entirely uncertain what the final result would be after the refining process.

The Vermilion Bird golden fire wrapped around the Purple-Gold Bone, hovering slowly before Li Ren. Even he could not endure the scorching flames for long.

Thus, he stepped back, watching from a safer distance.

Mao Mao was even more unbearable; the moment the Vermilion Bird fire burst forth, it fled far away. Despite its massive body, it hid somewhat shamefully behind a large rock’s corner, exposing only its huge head.

Li Ren sighed inwardly. After all, this creature was of the dragon clan—how could it be so unreliable?

He never wondered where Mao Mao’s somewhat sly aura actually came from.

The flames continued; the refining by Vermilion Bird fire lasted a full hour. Li Ren’s eyes grew blurry from staring fixedly at the flames.

Prolonged focus on one spot even dulled his senses somewhat.

Fortunately, the time did not extend indefinitely.

After a sudden surge in the Vermilion Bird fire’s pulse, the Purple-Gold Bone began to change.

Its once hard surface, shimmering with purple light, started to ripple like waves, flowing across the bone’s surface in a dazzling display of brilliance.

It was like a thin membrane inside an eggshell, tightly encasing the contents within.

However, under the increasingly intense refining fire, the membrane finally could no longer withstand the immense heat.

With a whoosh, it burst open completely.

The wing-shaped form of the Purple-Gold Bone vanished entirely, replaced by a pool of purple-gold liquid.

This liquid churned and danced within the Vermilion Bird fire, the radiant purple glow blindingly brilliant, shimmering with an extraordinary light, bearing a majestic, almost celestial aura.

Li Ren stepped forward. According to the information he had received, after refining by the Vermilion Bird fire, the Purple-Gold Bone would take this form, and this was the only moment he could utilize it.

He slowly withdrew the Vermilion Bird fire from the purple-gold liquid, leaving only a faint flame flickering at his fingertips before gradually dimming and vanishing.

Without the intense heat of the Vermilion Bird fire, the purple-gold liquid began to condense visibly in the air.

Li Ren wasted no time, plunging his right hand directly into the liquid.

Pain! Intense pain!

Upon contact between the purple-gold liquid and Li Ren’s hand, aside from the blazing heat carried over from the Vermilion Bird fire, a sharper, more piercing sting emerged.

This sting was so intense that Li Ren was utterly powerless against it.

He bit down hard, teeth trembling under the sharp agony. The purple-gold liquid seemed to regard Li Ren’s bones as a novel toy, spreading wildly up his arm.

In an instant, the purple-gold color enveloped his entire forearm.

As the liquid covered him more frantically, Li Ren’s suffering intensified. He opened his mouth wide, roaring in pain, his body curled on the ground, left hand gripping his right arm tightly, as though his jade-like joints might come apart.

Though the agony lasted less than three minutes, to him it felt as if it had endured for countless years, before finally subsiding.

As the temperature dropped, the purple-gold hue began to solidify, wrapping Li Ren’s right hand and forearm in a dense, luxurious purple-gold sheen.

Gradually, it formed an ornate, resplendent finish.

Observing the scene, Li Ren knew the final moment had arrived. If he merely wished to transform his right arm into purple-gold, he need not worry further. But the purpose of forging the Purple-Gold wings was far beyond changing his arm.

His ultimate goal was to forge a weapon!

Since the Purple-Gold Bone possessed such tremendous power, forging it into a weapon would surely produce something overwhelmingly formidable.

This had been Li Ren’s plan from the very beginning.

Relying on his skeletal body, the weapon would take on some unique transformations.

Just as the purple-gold liquid was about to fully solidify, the fiery red skeletal spirit flame in Li Ren’s eye sockets blazed fiercely.

Immense spiritual power surged under Li Ren’s command, rushing madly toward his right arm.

The purple-gold liquid was continuously kneaded by this sudden force, every bit infused with Li Ren’s spiritual energy.

When the final trace of spiritual power perfectly merged with the purple-gold arm before him, Li Ren finally exhaled deeply.

The searing pain and the spiritual energy expended had drained him almost completely. He sank into an extreme state of weakness, forced to sit on the ground, gasping heavily.

Mao Mao came over from a distance, its massive body shielding Li Ren firmly.

Li Ren looked at the intricate purple-gold patterns winding around his right arm and smiled with satisfaction.

After a long while, having regained some strength, Li Ren stood. Under Mao Mao’s watchful gaze, he swung his right hand sharply.

Under the control of his spiritual power, the purple-gold patterns on his arm began to tremble fiercely, swiftly forming a gleaming purple-gold sword in his hand.

The blade was as thin as a cicada’s wing, extending from Li Ren’s hand, while the hilt merged perfectly with his right hand, as if the sword had suddenly sprouted directly from his flesh and bone.

With two swings through the air, feeling the sword’s intimate connection to his body, he lightly sliced at a massive rock behind him.

Like tofu, the rock silently split cleanly in two.

Li Ren smiled with satisfaction. Since this was forged from the wings of the Platinum Winged Divine Tiger, he would name it the Purple-Gold Winged Divine Sword.