On Peng Island.
A year had passed since Luo Chen announced his closed-door cultivation.
Over that year, countless cultivators seeking treasures to protect their paths had tried to visit him, only to be turned away at the door.
The turmoil of the outside world seemed to have nothing more to do with Eight-Hundred-Li Peng Lake.
Yet clearly, how could the outside world possibly overlook a master-level figure capable of refining defensive magic treasures?
Even though Luo Chen claimed to be in closed-door cultivation, countless people still watched his every move, watching to see whether he could refine a second defensive magic treasure.
If he truly succeeded, it would prove that he genuinely possessed such skill, rather than having stumbled upon it by sheer luck.
Faced with the expectations and doubts of the outside world, Luo Chen seemed utterly unaware.
Inside the Pill and Weapon Hall.
Luo Chen stared at the Primal Chaos Cauldron, which was enveloped layer upon layer by blazing Flourishing Decay True Fire. His eyes shone brilliantly, the flames reflected within them, making him seem to possess fiery eyes and golden pupils.
"This magic treasure embryo has been nurtured for a full year now, and the preparations have been even more thorough than when I refined the Azure Profound Armor."
"Even an ugly bride has to meet her in-laws eventually. It is time!"
After calculating the timing in his heart, Luo Chen raised a hand and sent out a stream of mana.
At once, the Azure Flame dispersed, and a hazy yellow light flew out from the Primal Chaos Cauldron.
Looking closely, it was a yellow suit of armor fully seven feet tall.
Dense earth attribute spiritual qi had accumulated upon it. A single glance gave one a feeling of solidity and reliability.
There were no patterns upon