The struggle taking place outside did not affect the slaughter between Xiao Yan and the Flame Demon.
Several continents had already become purgatories filled with lava and raging fire, so much so that the cold gloom and oppression that had originally belonged to the Demon Domain had vanished with it. In their place was a chaos and scorching heat like the first opening of heaven and earth.
"Tch!"
The Flame Heavenly Demon Emperor was forced back by the fire ruler. Even within the Demon Domain, the Flame Emperor's strength was not to be underestimated. In fact, even after fighting to this point, it was hard to say who would win if they relied only on a straightforward clash of weapons.
"Go!"
As this thought flashed through his mind, the Demonic Fire on his body suddenly coiled around the battle saber that had become covered in cracks and chips after the long slaughter. The saber light abruptly connected with the scorching world, like a long rainbow descending from the heavens.
Xiao Yan said nothing, merely pouring Emperor Flame into the Mystic Heavy Ruler in his hand.
The fire ruler, gradually cooling, became like the molten rock beneath his feet. Its black, rough surface kept cracking, revealing the searing, vivid flames within, slowly flowing through it.
Xiao Yan had never systematically studied forging, but he had a polymath like Yao Wan at his side, and in their occasional day-to-day moments, he had inevitably picked up bits and pieces by watching and listening.
So-called forging was the process of transforming the power one desired into the form one needed.
The art of refining medicine shared similarities with it.
It was said that within molten metal materials, after they lost their original form, the principles of heaven and earth engraved inside layer upon layer