Wang Wei followed the Sky Pavilion Master to a sun in a cosmic star area of the Lawless Zone. At the center of the sun was what Wang Wei would describe as a smithing house that used the sun to create Samadhi Flames for weapon refining.
Wang Wei walked into a room with a muscular elderly man in a simple black robe, a long white beard twisted in a braid, and using a hammer on the mold of a sword. The sight was odd because the elderly man had the aura of an Everlasting Empyrean, but his way of refining weapons resembled a blacksmith instead of a cultivator.
The blacksmith did not pay attention to their presence and continued hammering. Once he finished, he used his fingers to draw a simple rune on the air that fused with the sword, releasing a golden light indicating its complexion. The blacksmith looked at the sword briefly and shook his head in disappointment. He threw it to the small weapon pile next to him before finally focusing on the people present.
"Pavilion Master? Are you here for another unreasonable request? I told you there is a limit to even my skills."
"No, no, that's not why I'm here," the Sky Pavilion Master swiftly said. "This is Empyrean Wang, and he is…well, the new leader of the pavilion. I brought him to make your acquaintance."
The blacksmith was not stupid and understood the situation, so he gazed at Wang Wei. His eyes were weird; it was as if he was appraising a weapon. Wang Wei was slightly surprised by this man's detection technique, so he did not resist much.
"With such a unique soul and sub-Dao of Refining, it's a shame you're a combatant," the blacksmith uttered.
"Thank you for the compliment," Wang Wei replied. "But how do I address you?"
"You can call me the Flame Blacksmith, and as long as you accept the same terms I had with the pavilion master, I don't care who the new leader is."
Wang Wei already learned the relationship between those two was not of servitude but more of an equal partnership. "I have no problem with keeping the previous agreement, but my goal is not to be caged in this small place. I have goals and ambitions I must accomplish in the outside world.
"So, can you leave this place and be more active?"
The Flame Blacksmith looked at him briefly. Then, his eyes suddenly turned fiery red. "You are…So, that's how it is — that time has already arrived." He looked at the Pavilion Master. "Give us a moment to talk." The latter looked at Wang Wei, who nodded to him.
"Do you know my identity?" the Flame Blacksmith asked.
"I do not."
"I'm the direct disciple of Paragon Blood Rune."
"Paragon Blood Rune? One of the 2 Primals of the Skill Dao Association?"
"That's right."
"From what I know, he only had 2 direct disciples, and they were all Paragons," Wang Wei stated.
"My master left his inheritance scattered all over the world to find disciples, and I only passed the test after he died," Black Flame explained. He's met his teacher a handful of times from Limbo, but despite such an odd situation, he was acknowledged as the third direct disciple and received Paragon Blood Rune's teaching.
"That explains it," Wang Wei nodded. "But why are you telling me such sensitive information?"
"For many reasons, but primarily, I want us to be straightforward with our identities or backgrounds to ensure a better alliance or cooperation."
"Background? You seem sure that I'm not a simple loose cultivator," Wang Wei stated.
"These people have erased, twisted, or hidden history, so only a few top lineages still have perfectly intact records. The fact that you recognized my master's name and knew how many disciples he had proved you're not from an ordinary background."
"Fair point," Wang Wei nodded. "My name is Wang Wei, from the Dao Opening Sect."
"Them? My master did say the chances of the destined one having a deep connection with them were very high," the Flame Blacksmith uttered.
"Oh? What else did he say?"
"He said that if I have a chance to participate in the closure of this era, I should take it. The blessings from my achievements will help me tremendously in the next era — an era which will be even more brilliant than the Golden Era."
"Your master is wise," Wang Wei said, but his mind was thinking of something else.
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