Another long night passed.
When daylight appeared once more above the dome, the long smelting and reconstruction within the workshop finally came to another temporary end. In the silence, the furnace opened again.
After the last flames went out, a wisp of ash drifted up, then slowly fell.
It landed in a palm reaching out from the furnace.
That thin, fragile ember danced and flipped lightly between five fingers like a coin, casting afterimages beneath the lamplight that were utterly Dazzling.
At last, with a flick of the finger—
Smack!
It vanished.
Ji Jue had already stepped out of the furnace, naked from head to toe. His steps were light yet heavy, each footfall carrying the deep lingering resonance of expanding metal.
His head was completely bald—all the hair over his entire body had been burned to ashes in the Blazing Fire. At first glance, he looked like a smooth, peeled egg.
The burn scar that wound from his back and neck to his cheek had become all the more conspicuous. At a glance, he looked like a convict freshly released from prison.
But when Ji Jue raised a hand and tapped his forehead, strands of hair tinged with silver immediately emerged from his bare scalp, curling and growing.
Soon, he had returned to his original appearance.
And that was not all—
As Ji Jue took a deep breath and slowly raised both hands, the Feigong Matrix entwined across his chest and back appeared once again. Its intricate circuits interwove like a Giant Tree.
Threads of metallic color then flowed across his skin, countless filaments spreading along the matrix and covering his entire body like bizarre seams.
Then, as an eerie hum spread out, strands of Electric Light burst forth from the empty air.
And Ji Jue's body suddenly lifted