Draw Goddess from Douluo

So many years of dreams, so many days and nights of expectations, suddenly burst like a bubble at the moment when they were about to come true. For a super craftsman like Mr. Ling, this was simply more uncomfortable than death. He devoted his whole life to the career of sword-making, pursuing the supreme realm of craftsmanship. But at this moment, his hard work, his expectations, and his dreams were all in vain as the forging of this supreme sword failed.

Lin Fan stood aside, looking at Old Ling's devastated appearance, and felt an indescribable sadness in his heart. He knew how much effort and effort Mr. Ling had put into this supreme sword, even at the expense of his only piece of supreme black iron. But now, all the efforts have been in vain. How can Elder Ling accept this?

"Grandpa Ling, don't be sad. The Supreme Being is gone. The worst thing is that we will find another chance to practice in the future." Lin Fan hurriedly stepped forward to comfort him. He knew that nothing he could say now could make up for Ling Lao's loss, but he still hoped to send some warmth and support to Ling Lao.

However, Elder Ling shook his head sadly and said bitterly: "No chance, my only piece of supreme black iron has been used up..."

These words hit Lin Fan's heart like a heavy hammer. He knew how precious and rare the Supreme Black Iron was, and he also knew that this was Ling Lao's only hope. And now that the Supreme Black Iron has been used up, it means that they will never have the chance to forge the Supreme Sword.

Ling Lao turned around in despair and slowly walked towards the depths of the first floor of the Sword Casting Pavilion. His back looked so lonely and helpless in the dim light, as if he had aged ten years suddenly. Lin Fan stared blankly at Old Ling's back disappearing into the darkness, feeling an indescribable sadness in his heart.

Lin Fan didn't wake up until Ling Lao's figure completely disappeared into the darkness. He ran over and picked up the long sword, trembling all over. This sword was once their hope and dream, but now it has become like this. Lin Fan stroked the blade of the sword, feeling the cold and strange aura, and his heart was filled with endless bitterness and loss.

He thought of the days and nights he spent with Elder Ling forging this long sword, and the hard work and sweat they put in for this dream. But now, all their efforts have been in vain, how can they accept this?

Lin Fan sat on the ground holding the sword, his heart filled with endless confusion and despair. He didn't know what to do next, or how to face this cruel reality. He felt as if there was a huge hole in his heart that could not be filled.

He looked up into the dim light, his eyes sparkling with tears. He didn't understand why fate was playing such a trick on them, why it was giving them such a heavy blow just when they were about to realize their dreams.

However, at this moment, Lin Fan suddenly felt a weak breath coming from the long sword. He was stunned for a moment, then sensed it carefully and found that although the breath was weak, it was real. A thought occurred in his mind. Could it be that this long sword has not been completely scrapped?

Thinking of this, Lin Fan rekindled a glimmer of hope in his heart. He stood up with the sword in his arms and decided to examine the sword carefully. Maybe there is still a glimmer of hope, but not necessarily.

So he began to examine the sword carefully. He found that although the color and aura of the sword had changed dramatically, the sword itself showed no signs of damage. This made him feel a little doubt and curiosity.

Lin Fan decided to try again to see if he could inspire the wind attribute aura of this long sword. He closed his eyes and began to circulate the vitality in his body, and then slowly injected the vitality into the long sword. He felt his vitality flowing through the sword, as if he was looking for something.

After a while, Lin Fan suddenly felt a weak wind blowing from the sword. He opened his eyes and saw that there was a ray of green wind at the tip of the long sword. Although this ray of light was very weak, it made Lin Fan extremely happy.

This shows that this long sword has not been completely scrapped, and there is still a glimmer of hope! Lin Fan felt hope and fighting spirit rekindled in his heart. He decided to find a way to repair the sword no matter what, so that it could regain its due glory.

So Lin Fan began to study this long sword carefully. He found that although the color and aura of the sword body had changed dramatically, the internal structure of the sword body had not changed at all. This made him feel very strange and puzzled.

He decided to try first to see if he could use his vitality to warm the long sword. So he closed his eyes again and began to circulate the vitality in his body, and then poured the vitality into the long sword continuously. He felt his vitality flowing through the sword, as if it was warming the sword.

After a while, Lin Fan felt that his vitality had been completely integrated into the sword. When he opened his eyes, he found that the color of the long sword began to slowly fade, and the strange aura gradually dissipated. It was replaced by a fresh and natural breath, as if the long sword had regained its vitality.

Lin Fan was overjoyed, knowing that his attempt was successful! As expected, this long sword has not been completely scrapped, and there is still a glimmer of hope! He decided to continue to warm up the sword and let it recover completely.

So he closed his eyes again and began to circulate the vitality in his body, and then poured the vitality into the long sword continuously. He felt his vitality flowing through the sword, as if he was caressing the long sword.

As time passed, Lin Fan felt that the connection between himself and this long sword became closer and closer.