Heaven Dou City, one of the oldest ancient cities in Douluo Continent's history, might no longer possess the unparalleled prosperity of Mingdu, the capital of the Sun Moon Empire, amid the wave of Soul Tool Technology, but it still retained its deep heritage and unique charm.
The headquarters of the Forging Association within the city was even more of a holy land in the hearts of all blacksmiths.
Deep within the Forging Association headquarters stood a forging room that only God Craftsmen were ordinarily qualified to use, equipped with the finest soundproofing and protective Soul Tool Arrays.
The scorching heat slightly warped the air. Dark-red flames burned quietly yet fiercely within a specially made furnace, casting their glow across the room's simple, almost cold metal walls.
Rhythmic hammering, like the heartbeat of thunder, continued to echo at a terrifyingly steady pace.
"Clang—!"
"Clang—!!"
"Clang—!!!"
Every strike was incomparably heavy, yet landed precisely upon the most suitable point of force, carrying a unique rhythm and a soul-like tremor.
Upon the massive forging table, a metal billet, dark and dull throughout yet faintly flowing with a restrained starlike gleam, continuously deformed and stretched beneath a forging hammer that appeared ancient and simple but was actually as heavy as a mountain. Its internal structure was undergoing an exquisite reconstruction.
The one swinging the forging hammer was not particularly burly, and even appeared somewhat lean.
He wore the most ordinary gray forging clothes, already soaked through with sweat and clinging tightly to his body.
His hair was somewhat disheveled, with several damp strands stuck to his temples. There was no expression on his face, save for his eyes.
At that moment, they were fixed tightly on the metal beneath the hammer. Within his pupils were reflected the dancing furnace flames and every minute flow