After winning the Forging championship, Su Ming rarely showed himself in public.
Every day, he stayed holed up in the hotel, digesting Forging Faith.
"If I can't naturally condense a prototype Divine Throne, then I'll condense one myself. After all, I'm a man with two prototype God of Forging Divine Thrones."
The Dou San era already had a forging system, so the shock Su Ming brought in terms of innovation was limited. However, he possessed the greatest amount of Forging Faith.
When Su Ming had first begun to tap into Forging Faith, he had been cautious and had barely seized any of Tang Hao's Faith. But as Tang Hao had his foundation drained by him and was suppressed in turn by the Plane Will, Su Ming no longer had anything to fear.
After thousands of years of development, Douluo Continent had accumulated an incredibly abundant amount of Forging Faith.
"With more Faith and two points of reference, I'll definitely be able to condense it."
Su Ming entered seclusion.
This time, while spreading his techniques across Star Luo Continent and taking advantage of the vast amount of God of Forging Faith from most of Star Luo Continent's blacksmiths pouring into his Sea of Consciousness, he condensed a prototype Divine Throne!
Submerged in endless Forging Faith, Su Ming also entered deep meditation.
Without realizing it, he arrived in the space where the Plane Will resided. The world was a vast expanse of white. Tang Hao was gone, the plane's own will was gone, Ah Yin was gone, and so was the distribution of Sea God Faith.
It was a purely white space.
Su Ming did not understand his current state.
He wandered through the white space in confusion.
"This is the Plane Will's space!"
Of that, Su Ming was certain.
Yet no