Before I could see anyone elses reaction, I quickly ran towards the dark guy and swiftly stretched out my hand to grab the crystallization of my hard work for the past year.

  As I grasped the hilt, I heard the clan leaders shouting voice in my ear to stop me, but unfortunately, I was too anxious and forgot to ask for the clan leaders opinion first.

  As soon as I came into contact with that dark guy, my whole body suddenly trembled violently, a strong current of electricity quickly passed from my hand into my body. Before I fainted, I woke up and realized that I had just been struck by lightning. This knife still has the electric current of the thunder on it. If I grab it like this, isnt it good?

  I dont know how long I was unconscious. When I slowly came to, my body was as weak as a frail little grass, and I didnt even have the strength to sit up.

  Just as I was secretly lamenting, a rustling sound came from beside me. With great difficulty, I turned my head to see that the elderly tribe leader was sitting in front of the bed with a worried expression.

  As I looked over, the tribal elder asked with concern: "How are you? Is there anywhere uncomfortable?"

  I shook my head gratefully and smiled: "Nothing else, except a bit weak, everything else is fine."

  I paused for a moment, gazing at the patriarch with longing eyes, and slowly said: "Patriarch... my knife... whats going on with it? Can I take a look now?"

  The clan elder hesitated for a moment, reached under the bed and pulled out a... a... disgusting to the extreme weapon, uh... shouldnt say disgusting, should say its terrifying!

  The shape of the knife is the same as I designed, with an overall shape similar to that of a samurai sword, but with a slightly increased curvature and a much wider blade width, reaching the width of a palm.

  Moreover... the blade is not a sharp blade, but a sharp sawtooth. On a knife body of less than 100CM, there are forty-nine sharp and pointed sawteeth that are distributed on it. With these sawteeth, even if its a steel armor, I have the confidence to completely break it with one slash.

  The blade is very thick, gradually thinning down to form a serrated edge. The knife has hollowed-out patterns on it that resemble totems, which were designed in conjunction with the Seven Cuts technique. These hollows can be used to lock onto an enemys weapon, making it a very clever and aesthetically pleasing design.

  The bottom of the blade, where the blade and handle meet, has a strange structure. The guard is a dark reddish-purple color, and in the center of the guard is a silver ball about the size of an egg, which looks very familiar!

  I took a closer look, and... it was actually the silver crystal that had traveled with me through space! Oh my god... hadnt it already melted? Now that I looked at it again, apart from being much smaller, everything else seemed to be the same!

  Look closely at the silver crystal, with the silver crystal as the dividing line, the upper part of the silver crystal is the blade, and the lower part is the handle. The division is clear and neat, cleverly fitting together to leave people speechless. How did it coincidentally arrive at this position?!

  The guard starts at the middle position of the silver crystal ball, surrounding the silver crystal stone in a circle, just exposing half of the silver crystal stone on the side of the blade and leaving half on the handle. The position of the guard is absolutely the golden ratio if calculated.

  The handle is designed to be very streamlined and humanized, just like the one I designed. The five finger prints fit perfectly in my hand, making it extremely comfortable to hold onto, absolutely no slipping or grasping too tightly. This isnt something I came up with on my own, but rather something I learned from studying high-tech humanized products on Earth.

  Perhaps some people will be skeptical by now. Such a strange and unusual weapon, yet where is the disgust? Where is the sense of horror?

  Whats disgusting about it is the stuff on the knife that shouldnt be there, the sauce-like red bloodstains, yeah... exactly that disgusting color, densely covering the entire blade.

  Radiating from the silver crystal ball are countless fine lines of dark red color, some thick and some thin, crisscrossing like old tree roots to cover the entire blade.

  One side of the hilt, the entire hilt was filled with dark red bloodstains, the whole hilt presented a dark red color, as if it had been coated with a layer of dried blood.

  The knifes handle was no exception, also being wrapped around with tangled blood threads, looking disgusting to the extreme. This wasnt all, one side of the blade was even more disgusting...

  Hundreds of blood vessels like fine threads are wrapped around the knife, and on 49 serrations, there is a thicker red blood thread passing through, all the way to the sharpest part, where the entire sharpest part has turned into a deep crimson color.

  As for the sharp knife tip, it has crawled over a thumb-thick main line and countless fine lines. The entire knife seems to have just been fished out of plasma and then quickly dried, looking ferocious and terrifying, extremely nauseating!

  I stared at the culmination of my year-long efforts in stunned silence, muttering incredulously: "Heavens! How...how could it be like this?!"

  The clan leaders grandfather smiled and shook his head, saying lightly: "Isnt it the result of your last grab? Because of the remaining lightning on the knife, you were knocked unconscious, and... your wound also started bleeding again due to numbness, and the blood threads on the knife are formed from your own blood."

  He paused for a moment, and the clan elder continued: "Fortunately... I saw that things were not going well, so I quickly took it down. Otherwise... when your blood fills the blade, this knife will be ruined. Your blood will affect the properties of the knife... Now, like this, I dont know if its good or bad. Everything... can only be said to be fate!"

  At this point, the patriarchal grandfather suddenly remembered something, his eyes shining brightly as he turned to me and said: "Do you know? You...you may have forged a divine artifact!"

  Wow! Divine artifact!

  I stared at the patriarch in shock, divine artifact I had heard of it before, when I was on earth, playing online games all said what divine artifact ah divine artifact, but... could it be that this world also has a divine artifact?

  The clan elder looked at the treasured sword in his hand with concern and said, "Alas... I dont know if your blood will affect the spiritual nature of the sword. Hopefully not..."

  Looking up at me, the patriarchal grandfather muttered: "If... if you hadnt been in such a hurry to take it back then, you would have already possessed a divine artifact. But now... what kind of influence will your blood have on this knife? Everything is still an unknown quantity!"

  I stared at the clan elder in silence, and once again proved a truth - no matter when, rashness will only lead to trouble!

  Seeing me with a silent and tearful expression, the tribal elder also realized that his words were somewhat superfluous, and hastily comforted me: "You dont have to think too much about it, everything is fate!"

  Hearing the words of the clan elder, I couldnt help but feel a sense of comfort. Yes... losing a horse to gain a benefit, who knows if its not good fortune? Before getting confirmation, who knows if this is ultimately good or bad? Isnt being pessimistic and disappointed now a bit premature?

  Thinking of this, I smiled at the patriarch and said: "Its okay, patriarch, whether its good or bad, its my most treasured treasure knife."

  Furrowing his brow in puzzlement, I asked inexplicably: "Right, Clan Head Grandfather, what makes you say he might be a divine artifact? I dont see it at all."

  The clan elder grandfather was slightly stunned, then came to his senses, patted his head and said: "Look at me, I always thought you were one of the blacksmiths in the village."

  He slightly shook his head, and the clans elder continued: "The reason we think it might be a divine artifact is that when the weapon was born, a purple lightning bolt appeared at that moment. The few divine artifacts that were born before have all gone through the same experience, so... from this point on, it may be a divine artifact!"

  After listening to the explanation of the patriarch, I dont know whether to cry or laugh. What is this and what is that? Thunder and lightning are not gods playing tricks, but natural phenomena. Everything can only be said to be a coincidence, how can it be used as evidence for divine objects?!

  I didnt try to explain anything to the tribal elder, after all... I and the tribal elder are living in two completely different worlds, wanting to make sense of reason is impossible.

  And... are the principles of the two worlds the same? I havent verified this yet, at least, refining stones is absolutely non-existent in our world.

  I licked my lips and excitedly stretched out my hand to grab the precious sword in the hands of the tribal elder, its not something I can wield now, but touching it is okay.

  The next moment... my hand stroked the delicate pattern on the blade, and at this time, my whole body suddenly shook violently, a feeling that cannot be described passed through the blade into my brain.

  The treasured sword has finally been born, after 34 chapters of preparation for the Evil God Slayer. The next few chapters will still be about the functions of the Evil God Slayer. Hope everyone can patiently read on... Hehe, the real show is about to begin.