Silence returned to the hall.
Zhou Ming looked at the mountain of materials before him, and a trace of satisfaction finally appeared in his eyes.
Especially at that batch of Void Divine Iron.
Its sheer quantity and exceptional quality were enough for him to accomplish a great deal.
"To do good work, one must first sharpen one's tools."
Zhou Ming murmured inwardly.
The reason Liu Yuan and the others had suffered such heavy losses this time ultimately came down to their inferior equipment.
Whether their Cross-Realm Tokens or their offensive talismans, all had been refined from the "scrap metal" of the Flowing Light Domain, and their power was limited.
Against a true behemoth like the Divine Asura Domain, they naturally fell short.
But things were different now.
With these top-grade materials, Zhou Ming was confident he could raise their equipment by several tiers.
He reached out and picked through the pile of materials.
A piece of Void Divine Iron, a length of spacetime crystal, a strand of Chaos Origin Gold...
In the outside world, any one of these supreme treasures would have driven countless Hunyuan Wuji Realm experts into a frenzy of competition.
Yet in Zhou Ming's hands, they were like ordinary clay, kneaded and combined at will.
Profound laws flowed around his fingertips.
Dark-gold light gradually began to shine throughout the hall.
Zhou Ming began his seclusion to refine treasures.
Time slipped quietly by.
Decades passed.
For an existence like Zhou Ming, decades were no more than the flick of a finger.
Finally, one day came.
The stone doors of the Realm Lord's Hall, which had remained shut for decades, slowly swung inward.
Zhou Ming's voice came from within.
"Come in."
Qian Tian dared not delay and hurried into the hall.
Zhou Ming was still sitting cross-legged on