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At this point, she paused and observed Liu Yang's reaction. I saw Liu Yang's eyes shining brighter, obviously full of interest in this topic. Ji Ziyue was satisfied and continued: "The sword-casting pavilion is seven stories high, and each floor displays weapons of different levels. The second floor contains ordinary weapons of the upper, middle and lower grades, although they are not counted. They are precious, but they are also carefully crafted and extremely sharp.”

Liu Yang listened with rapt attention, as if he was already in the sword-casting pavilion, with rows of gleaming weapons appearing in front of his eyes. He couldn't help but ask: "What about the third floor?"

"The third floor contains spiritual weapons." Ji Ziyue said with a hint of awe in her tone, "These spiritual weapons are different from ordinary weapons. They contain powerful power and can help us practitioners fight better. Every time Every spiritual weapon is the work of Grandpa Ling and is extremely precious.”

Liu Yang took a breath, he naturally knew how precious the spiritual weapon was. You can imagine the shock in his heart when he thought that there was an entire floor in the Sword Forging Pavilion filled with spiritual weapons. However, Ji Ziyue hasn't finished speaking yet.

"The fourth floor contains low-level spiritual treasures, and the fifth floor contains medium-level spiritual treasures." She said slowly, and the solemnity in her tone increased every time she went up a level. "As for the sixth floor, there are upper-level spiritual treasures." Wait for the spiritual treasures. Each of these spiritual treasures has the power to destroy the world and is the true treasure of our sect. "

Liu Yang was dumbfounded. He could not imagine how many amazing treasures were hidden in the sword-casting pavilion. However, when he heard Ji Ziyue's next words, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, almost bursting out of his mouth.

"As for the seventh floor..." Ji Ziyue deliberately let it slip. Seeing Liu Yang's eager expression, she slowly revealed the truth, "It is a place specially used to place the Supreme Treasure Box."

"Supreme Treasure Box?" Liu Yang exclaimed, and this word set off a storm in his heart. The Supreme Treasure Box, as the name suggests, is a mysterious box containing supreme level treasures. This kind of box itself is full of endless legends and mysteries, not to mention the amazing treasures that may be hidden inside.

Ji Ziyue nodded slightly, with a trace of regret in her expression: "It's a pity that although such a treasure box has been set up, nothing can be put in it. Supreme-level treasures are really too rare."

Liu Yang was silent for a moment, and the excitement and anticipation in his heart gradually calmed down. He understood that although there were so many treasures hidden in the Sword Forging Pavilion, it was not easy to obtain supreme level treasures. This requires great opportunity and luck.

However, he was not discouraged. On the contrary, a more determined light flashed in his eyes. He knows that he still has a long way to go and many opportunities to explore the mysteries and treasures of this world. Maybe one day, he would be able to fill the Supreme Treasure Box with his own hands.

Thinking of this, he took a deep breath and turned to look at the majestic Sword Forging Pavilion on the other side of the lake. Each floor of the pagoda seemed to be telling him endless legends and stories waiting for him to explore and uncover them one by one. He knew this was his mission and his pursuit. So he secretly determined that he must work hard to cultivate and enhance his strength so that he could get a glimpse of the real treasure in the Sword Forging Pavilion as soon as possible.

The disappointment in Ji Ziyue's mouth was like a cold wind gently passing through Liu Yang's heart. He opened his mouth slightly, as if frozen by this disappointment, and was speechless for a long time. His mind unconsciously recalled the sad smile that Elder Ling showed that day when he failed to forge the Supreme. The helplessness and unwillingness contained in that smile pierced deeply into his heart like a sharp arrow.

Liu Yang felt that his heart was aching. This pain did not come from the body, but from the resonance deep in the soul. He took a deep breath, as if trying to suppress this inexplicable emotion. However, he knew that he could not just turn a blind eye, and he could not tolerate his respected Grandpa Ling still suffering from such regrets in his later years.

"Supreme...I will definitely help Grandpa Ling forge a Supreme from now on!" Liu Yang whispered to himself in a low voice, every word full of firmness and determination. This is not only a promise to Ling Lao, but also an expectation he has for himself.

"Liu Yang, what are you muttering under your breath?" Ji Ziyue's voice suddenly sounded in his ears, bringing Liu Yang back to reality from his meditation. He looked up and saw Ji Ziyue looking at him with strange eyes, obviously curious about what he had just said to himself.