The Blood Moon Stone was dark red like thick blood, with ghostly images of small, serpentine phantoms writhing menacingly around it, which looked incredibly strange. More so when Chen Fei held it in his hand and could clearly feel the immense Spirit Essence Qi contained within. It might have been stained by qi leaking from subterranean Yin veins, or, as Grand Duke Abel had said, by the most powerful drop of Blood Energy from one of their Blood Clan's legendary ancestors, which would explain its fantastical nature.

Even when Chen Fei held the Blood Moon Stone firmly, he had a distinct feeling. If the energy within were to be fully unleashed, it could severely injure him, despite his current cultivation level at the peak of the Qi Refining Fifth Layer. The Blood Moon Stone was indeed quite terrifying.

"My luck has always been good. Hopefully, this time will be a success," Chen Fei murmured softly, tossing the Blood Moon Stone casually into the air. Then, milky-white Spiritual Energy surged from his body, holding it in place. With a sizzle, a stream of shockingly hot Sword Qi of Sanyang True Fire erupted and enveloped the Blood Moon Stone, causing the surrounding temperature to rise exponentially.

In fact, even in the fantastical Cultivation World, where all kinds of bizarre techniques shone brightly, the mainstream method of artifact crafting still required a high-quality Furnace Cauldron and various auxiliary tools. These were the necessary tools for a conventional Artifact Refiner of the Cultivation World.

However, our Chen Fei, Young Master Chen, was clearly just an unranked novice. How could he be precise to that degree? Therefore, if his current artifact crafting method were to be judged by the true Grandmasters of the Cultivation World, it would be considered bottom-tier and utterly unranked! But this was unavoidable.

After all, the powerful cultivator whose memories he had inherited was not very proficient in the art of artifact crafting. Consequently, the content related to it in the inherited memories was naturally scarce, almost nonexistent.

Even what little there was proved extremely superficial and disorganized. So now, Chen Fei, Young Master Chen, could only rely on himself to learn and understand the art of artifact crafting.

He was feeling his way along, as if crossing a river by groping for stones.

SWISH!

PUFF!

With a wave of his hand, a palm-sized, earthy-yellow Mystic Stone Mirror flew out from his sleeve.

Instantly, the roaring Sword Qi of Sanyang True Fire, like a cat that had caught a scent, surged forward and engulfed the Mystic Stone Mirror, emitting a RUMBLING sound.

Chen Fei could craft artifacts in mid-air without relying on a Furnace Cauldron thanks to his incredibly stable and adept control of Spiritual Energy, as well as the Sanyang True Fire. This fire, derived from his Sword Qi of Sanyang True Fire, was far mightier than the ordinary flames cultivated by his peers.

The Sanyang True Fire under Chen Fei's command was powerful enough to melt both the Mystic Stone Mirror and the Blood Moon Stone. Other flames at his level could not achieve this, highlighting the source of Chen Fei's immense power compared to his peers.

After all, if the Sanyang True Fire alone was this formidable, what about the Sword Qi of Sanyang True Fire from which it was condensed? What about the Spiritual Energy from the even more powerful "Meditation Sutra"?

Just the thought of it was enough to strike fear into one's heart.

As the two masses of Sanyang True Fire enveloped and melted both the Blood Moon Stone and the Mystic Stone Mirror, strands of a thick, bloody miasma began to overflow from the stone, filling the entire room. Then, a hazy, dark-red flame slowly solidified into a black monster the size of a thumb. It had three heads, stood on black flames, and had ferocious claws.

Seeing the three-headed black monster, Chen Fei froze. "This is..."

Although the phantom of the three-headed black monster was small, the moment it appeared, the light in the secret chamber, which had been bright from the burning Sanyang True Fire, was noticeably suppressed.

Then, a crushing dark power swept forth, like terrible lava from a hellish volcano, ready to erupt with destructive energy at any moment.

Looking at the black, three-headed phantom emitting a dreadful and astonishing aura, Chen Fei suddenly recalled the Western fantasy online games he had played. His eyes lit up involuntarily. Could this be the so-called Three-Headed Hellhound from Western mythology? This really looks like the Three-Headed Hellhound from Western legends! Could the Blood Moon Stone have been stained by its blood?

An expression of shock and elation instantly appeared on Chen Fei's face.

Soon after, however, large beads of sweat began to drip from his forehead, as the burden and pressure had gradually grown heavy. He had to divert a portion of his Spiritual Energy to suppress the phantom image of the Three-Headed Hellhound. Otherwise, there would be trouble.

At this thought, the face of our Chen Fei, Young Master Chen, turned grim. A sharp light flared in his eyes as he continuously formed hand seals and shouted in a deep voice, "Be suppressed!"

PSSH! PSSH! PSSH!

At once, the terrifying whistle of dense Sword Qi of Sanyang True Fire echoed throughout the secret chamber.

Thumb-sized blades of Sanyang True Fire Sword Qi shot toward the Three-Headed Hellhound's phantom, engaging it in a fierce mid-air battle.

Instantly, the scorching, sharp Sword Qi and the black flames beneath the Three-Headed Hellhound's paws clashed and crisscrossed, the ensuing conflict nearly powerful enough to bring the entire secret chamber crashing down.

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