For three whole months, Qin Fengming had been doing the same thing: repeatedly purifying those artifact-refining materials.
With each successive round of purification and smelting, the tens of thousands of artifact-refining materials that had originally piled up like a small mountain were ultimately fused by him into six round masses, each only the size of an adult's head.
Sacrificial refinement and purification were the most basic operations for an artifact refiner.
Yet at this moment, the hearts of the more than a thousand cultivators watching Qin Fengming refine artifacts—including over a hundred mighty figures who could be considered Artifact Refining Masters—had been pounding for more than two months. They would calm themselves, only for their hearts to surge again and again.
Qin Fengming's artifact-refining process was simply too bizarre. Purifying and smelting together numerous materials with different attributes to form a material with a certain attribute was already a process that was nearly impossible to complete.
But Qin Fengming had done so repeatedly—and succeeded every time.
Again and again, he smelted and purified the materials, forcibly extracting a certain attribute from the vast quantities of materials that originally possessed different attributes, then smelting them together. The process left every cultivator feeling that it was utterly inconceivable.
It sounded simple, but every cultivator watching knew that such purification and smelting might be possible once according to common sense. But repeatedly purifying materials that had already been fused together had completely surpassed their imagination.
Every material had a limit to how much it could be purified. Yet the young man in the scene could cast the technique again and again, as if he had no end.
Everyone saw clearly that aside from removing impurities from the materials, Qin Fengming had not discarded any of the materials themselves. Yet the materials that had