At that moment, before Fenkuzhu.
Under the gaze of his flaming eyes, fine threads hidden within the void gradually emerged, drifting like willow fluff.
The slightest touch—even a mere breath—would have been enough to tear and snap them. Yet immediately afterward, countless drifting threads stubbornly reconnected.
Following Huai Shi's will, they undulated like aquatic grass, merging into every sound and vibration.
Like an oscilloscope, they revealed the resonance of the void.
Storms, explosions, shouts, gunfire, footsteps, panting, even... the faint echoes of heartbeats and rushing blood!
No matter how subtle the ripple, it could not escape their observation. Or perhaps they merely captured the omnipresent rhythm, then played it forth!
Just as Fenkuzhu had guessed.
These were the Tuner's strings!
Now, ethereal strings extended from the void one after another, linking heaven and earth, radiating in every direction, connecting everything, binding all things together and integrating them as one.
At last, they converged in Huai Shi's hands!
Heat, Source Matter, wails, joy, anger—drawn by his five fingers, everything flowed like musical notes, becoming a vast and mighty symphony.
Fine threads linked all things; they shattered at a touch, yet were reborn with every destruction, impossible to trace, yet everywhere...
Gathering death and life, guiding the circulation of all things.
This was the true line of defense Huai Shi had prepared!
And that familiar aura...
The burning gaze swept across the countless tangled strings, finally settling upon the Forging Furnace still operating madly within the Iron Mountain.
The forging was still continuing!
The surging firelight served as camouflage, concealing countless strings rising from the furnace into the heavens. An immense number of strings descended from the clouds, connecting to the hell-forged steel ecosystem, until at last they enveloped heaven and earth within a colossal domain.
That familiar aura...
"Wolf skin? Hahaha,