The Thirty-Sixth Hammer of the Chaotic Gale!

No wonder he had dared to go straight for the Nine Heavens Resting Soil and Chaos Divine Wood!

In the arena, Chen Changqing seemed utterly oblivious to everything around him.

He weighed the Haotian Hammer in his hand, and a familiar sensation of bloodline connection welled up within him.

Ever since obtaining this hammer, apart from occasionally taking it out to admire it, this was the first time he was preparing to use it for true artifact refinement.

He paid no attention to the competitors who had already been struck dumb.

He walked to where he had previously planted the Chaos Divine Wood and placed the Nine Heavens Resting Soil beside it.

There was no artifact cauldron, no earthfire.

The earth itself was his workbench.

The firmament itself was his furnace!

Under the uncertain, astonished gazes of everyone present, Chen Changqing slowly raised the Haotian Hammer in his hand.

At that moment, everyone's hearts rose to their throats.

They all wanted to see exactly how this madman wielding an Immortal Artifact intended to use this divine hammer to strike those two materials that likewise existed only in myth!

Boom!

The first hammer fell.

There was no earth-shattering roar, nor any towering tidal wave of force.

The black Haotian Hammer struck the pitch-black piece of Chaos Divine Wood lightly—one could even say gently.

The sound was dull, yet it was like a thunderclap exploding directly within everyone's souls.

That strike seemed to have landed upon a node in the pulse of heaven and earth.

The entire Dragon Gate stone platform, along with the surrounding mountains, trembled in an almost imperceptible resonance with that blow.

All the cultivators on the platform let out muffled groans in unison, feeling the spiritual power within their bodies fall into disarray as their blood and qi