The Black-Moon King stood at the top of the mountain and took a saber from the saber rack beside him.
Han Sen thought a King class knife would shine, but Black Moon King's knife was not.
It was a narrow knife that looked like a moon, but it was as black as ink. There was no light on the blade. It was like a dark night.
Han Sen looked at the knife and thought, "It's only three feet long. How am I supposed to sharpen it on a mountainous whetstone?"
He did not immediately sharpen the Black Moon Saber. Instead, he placed his hand on the stone mountain below. That greenish-yellow stone mountain immediately rippled with water.
The water ripples went from the bottom of the mountain to the top. They gathered at the top of the mountain and gathered on a rock.
The rock was slanted. After the water ripples gathered, they flowed down from the top.
Black Moon King stood in front of the rock, holding the knife with both hands. He looked serious. It was like he wasn't holding a knife. It was like he was holding a sacrifice to God.
Black Moon King put the black knife against the rock. There was only a fifteen-degree angle between the knife and the rock, so he ground it down.
When Han Sen was in the Alliance, he learned how to sharpen knives. It wasn't that he was interested in making knives, but Z-steel weapons needed to be sharpened to maintain their sharpness. They were not like beast soul weapons, which could regenerate themselves.
Sharpening and sharpening in the geno universe was different from that in the Alliance. Weapons made from xenogeneic treasures could regenerate themselves. As long as the damage wasn't too bad, there was no need to sharpen them. Sharpening was pointless, as the parts that were damaged would regenerate themselves.
This was the first time Han Sen had seen a xenogeneic weapon sharpened. While he was wondering what the use of sharpening was, he suddenly saw a light between the knife and the whetstone.
That light was like the first light before the sun rose in the east. When Han Sen looked closer, it was a black knife. It had a crescent-shaped edge.
The Black-Moon King's heart did not waver. He continued to lift the knife and grind it down again.
With this grinding, the sound of a saber humming could be heard. It was like the first cry of a baby.
Han Sen was astonished. Clearly, the process of sharpening a Heavenly Treasure Weapon was not as simple as sharpening the blade. He felt that he had made the right choice in coming here. He had learned a lot.
The others were also looking at Black Moon King, who was sharpening his blade. No one made a sound, for fear of affecting Black Moon King's blade opening ceremony.
In the third grind, a strange saber light rose from the pitch-black saber. It was as if a crescent moon had risen from the saber. The gentle yet cold light scattered down, causing one's body to tremble. It was as if all the hair on one's body had been scraped away by the moonlight, and one's skin trembled slightly.
In the fourth millstone, another crescent moon phenomenon rose.
Every time the Black Moon King grinded it, a crescent moon would rise up. At first, it was an extremely thin crescent moon. Later on, it gradually filled up until it became a full moon. Then, it slowly turned into an incomplete moon before finally disappearing.
The moon above the stone mountain kept changing. Cold moonlight shone down. It was as if the real moonlight of Narrow Moon was reflecting off of it.
It was hard to tell what was real and what was fake. The moon and the shadow combined perfectly. It was as if the only thing left between the sky and the earth was the saber, the moon, and the intoxicating moonlight.
The sound of the saber being sharpened was heard. Every time the saber was sharpened, a moonlight would fall from the sky and make the blade brighter.
It went from dark to bright, and then from bright to dark. The moon phenomenon in the sky faded away, and the saber's light faded away. There was no more saber light to be seen. The blade was still black, and it looked as if it had extended into the night.
At this point, the Black Moon King finally lifted the saber from the whetstone. It looked as if he had finished sharpening it.
The water on the stone mountain slowly faded away. It was gone, and the stone mountain returned to its original green and yellow appearance.
Han Sen felt strange. He thought to himself, "Is he done sharpening it?"
As Han Sen was thinking about this, he saw the Black Moon King holding the saber. He walked down from the stone mountain and approached the pavilion where Han Sen and the others were.
Han Sen felt as if the Kings and the young people around them were nervous. They were excited. Something was not right.
The Black Moon King held the saber with both hands. He looked serious as he bowed to the Moonwheel Of Gojoseon. "Moonwheel, can you please open a spirit for this saber?"
The Moonwheel Of Gojoseon stood up and bowed back. He said, "It is my honor to open a spirit for such a famous saber."
After that, the Moonwheel Of Gojoseon walked out of the pavilion and came before the Black Moon King. He reached out his hands and took the saber from the Black Moon King.
Rebecca and Du Lishe, seeing that their father was going to open a spirit for the saber, were very excited. The other Kings were a little disappointed, though.
The Black Moon King gave the saber to the Moonwheel Of Gojoseon and seriously said, "Please use your Moonwheel power to open a spirit for this saber."
Everyone was shocked to hear this. Han Sen didn't know what was going on, so he just continued to watch.
The Moonwheel Of Gojoseon nodded. He held the saber in his hands, and his body glowed with moonlight. The Black Moon King retreated to the pavilion.
Han Sen looked at the Moonwheel Of Gojoseon. He had heard that the Moonwheel Of Gojoseon was a half-deified like Yisha. He knew nothing about the Moonwheel Of Gojoseon's power.
When he was talking to the Moonwheel Of Gojoseon, he did not seem to have any power. It was like he was just an ordinary middle-aged man.
But now, he was standing there, holding the saber. His body was glowing with moonlight, and he looked very elegant. It was like he had come from heaven. He was like a god.
The moonlight went into the saber, and the black body of the saber started to light up.
It was not very bright. It was just moonlight. It was cold and gentle, and it did not look like a fire.
Bzzt!
Almost everyone's saber started to hum. It felt as if they were about to come out of their scabbards.
Han Sen looked at his Ghost Teeth Knife. Although it wasn't making any noise, it was still emitting a hostile vibe. It was a rejection of its own kind.
The moonlight on the saber was getting colder and colder. All of Narrow Moon's weapons were humming. It was like they were welcoming the birth of a new King.
Han Sen was not paying attention to the King class weapon. He was paying attention to the power that the Moonwheel Of Gojoseon had put into the weapon.
The Moonwheel Of Gojoseon's power was very pure. It was different from Yisha's overbearing power. The Moonwheel Of Gojoseon's power was very soft. It did not look aggressive, and it was easy to ignore.
When Han Sen saw that power, he didn't dare underestimate it. He was wary of it from the bottom of his heart.
But the reason why Han Sen was paying attention to the Moonwheel Of Gojoseon's power was not because it was strong. It was because the power reminded him of the geno art Yisha had asked him to practice, Moon.