A God!

Then Second Brother began construction.

There were no blueprints, no precision instruments, not even a half-decent furnace.

Second Brother's method of modification was so simple and brutal it was outrageous.

He directly used his claws to forcibly tear open the outer armor at the front end of the Apocalypse, exposing the complicated energy-output pipelines inside.

Then he moved over the Enlightened Ten Thousand Year Deep Silver, used his own dark-red fire-attribute blood-and-qi to forcibly melt the Deep Silver, and, like smearing mud, pasted it lump by lump onto the Starship's energy-output port.

When he encountered an interface that did not match, he simply swung his fist and smashed it.

If it would not go in, he turned around and used his scale-covered tail as an iron hammer, lashing it wildly.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The entire Desolate Valley echoed with deafening iron-forging sounds, sparks mixed with metal shavings spraying everywhere.

Yang Mie crouched on a rock in the distance, holding a handful of spirit melon seeds from who knew where, cracking them as he offered commentary.

"See? I told you his hands-on ability is really strong now. That working posture is even fiercer than those Body Cultivators in the Extreme Strength Sect who specialize in forging iron."

Qin Keqing covered her ears and hid behind Yang Mie.

"Is this really repairing a Starship? Why do I feel like he's tearing the house down? That's a creation of a high-dimensional civilization. If he just whips it with his tail like that, it really won't break?"

Zhou Xuan stood to the side, arms folded over his chest, his face expressionless.

He was already numb.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

When Second Brother finally stopped what he was doing and wiped the nonexistent sweat from his forehead with a claw,