### His previous body had relied on being the Holy Lord's son to lord it over others not only outside the Sacred Land.
Take Casting God Island, for instance.
He had come here often. Whether it was precious medicine refined by the Alchemy Pavilion, divine weapons and treasures forged by the Refining Equipment Pavilion, or even unfinished weapon blanks—so long as he saw them, they would all be snatched away.
He never paid.
Logically speaking, his previous body had no need for those things.
Even if he did need them, he was hardly lacking them.
To put it bluntly, he robbed purely for the sake of robbing, satisfying the extreme emptiness in his heart. Watching those people fume with anger yet remain helpless against him made him feel fulfilled.
In Wang Mu's eyes, that had already been the precursor to becoming a pervert. His mind had begun to twist.
Fortunately, Wang Mu had taken his place.
Otherwise, his eventual end definitely would not have been pleasant.
Shaking his head, he cast those messy thoughts from his mind.
Wang Mu headed straight for the Refining Equipment Pavilion.
From afar, he heard the clanging of hammering—though there was no discernible pattern, the sounds mingled together without becoming chaotic, instead carrying a unique rhythm.
Before him stood over a hundred scattered buildings.
Outside each one, disciples and elders were refining treasures and hammering precious metal, bustling away with tireless enthusiasm.
Wang Mu headed directly toward the tall building at the very center.
Before he even approached it,
waves of scorching heat seeped through its doors and windows, seeming to warp even the surrounding air.
Standing outside, he could hear the unceasing hammering from within. The frequency was incredibly high—clang, clang, clang—making Wang Mu involuntarily picture a bare-chested burly man swinging his shoulders