Artisans, Artisans and Artisans
Without warning, trouble erupted at close quarters.
The artificial Sky Rail lost control, and the vast Quancheng plunged into turmoil.
The vital heart of it had fallen.
The Deepdark Artisan's domain, once the most secure place of all, had unexpectedly been the first to suffer a blow... No, perhaps this had been destined from the beginning.
Even if he had not raised a tiger to invite disaster, the tiger would still have crossed mountains and rivers at any cost to reach him and bare its claws and fangs!
Jianyuan remained silent, yet he could not help but want to laugh.
As though he could feel this mockery from Heavenly Mandate.
He, who had never suffered sin, was destroying the world before his eyes, while the monster that should have been enjoying all of this stood in his way instead?
What kind of farce was this?!
No, this was perfect. Since this failed lesson had ended in the apprentice's ignorance, what came next would be a ruthless slaughter and confrontation between artisans.
"Very good..."
At that instant, Jianyuan's lips moved soundlessly. There was no longer any gloom or fury on his face, replaced by a solemnity that seemed capable of freezing the entire world.
The shadow behind him abruptly expanded, turning into a doorway.
With only a raised hand and a point forward, faint outlines emerged within the vast domain beyond the dark gate.
Iron light flowed. A Masterwork left its sheath, stirring up a cold, solemn radiance that spanned more than half of Quancheng and seemed ready to tear apart nearly every watching gaze.
All iron implements cried out. Sharp blades trembled and cracked open.
An intangible blade emerged from his fingertips for an instant.
Sever!
The thunderlight within the dark clouds abruptly broke off, and