The Start of Heavenly Forging

Xie An was constantly sensing the changes within himself while simultaneously feeling the state of the elements of heaven and earth.

Ever since Xie An reached the level of Limit Douluo and even Quasi-God, he had tried countless times to attempt Heavenly Forging.

He had a feeling that his forging level had long been sufficient, but every time he reached a critical moment, an invisible will would descend upon him, preventing him from proceeding with Heavenly Forging and even causing the forging process to fail.

Xie An knew that this was likely the Douluo Plane restricting the human race from becoming too powerful, deliberately ensuring that only one God Craftsman could be born in any given era.

As for killing Zhen Hua to allow himself to become a God Craftsman, he did not consider such a thing at all.

What difference would there be between acting like that and an Evil Soul Master?

Furthermore, Zhen Hua had contributed to the Douluo Continent and had committed no faults.

Whether from the perspective of morality or reason, he had no justification for killing Zhen Hua.

As time passed, he eventually gave up on Heavenly Forging.

But now, his strength had improved once again, giving him the idea to attempt Heavenly Forging one more time.

At a certain moment, he felt that both the elements of heaven and earth and his own state had reached their peak.

A burst of spear intent directly blew the roof off the secret chamber.

Xie An's aura changed abruptly.

"Why can I no longer sense the Temple Master's aura?"

Outside the secret chamber, a group of people was watching, including Yuanen Zhentian, the members of the War God Temple, and countless members of the Yuanen Clan; they were also curious about whether he could succeed in Heavenly Forging.

"Unity of Heaven and Man." Yuanen Zhentian, a Limit Douluo, answered the question that had just been raised.

From entering the secret chamber to reaching the state of Unity of Heaven and Man, it had taken Xie An less than half an hour.

Yuanen Zhentian gained a clearer understanding of this War God Temple Master.

A pair of forging hammers appeared in Xie An's hands, and at the same time, he took out a piece of Gold-Water Interfusion of excellent quality.

He had snatched this piece of Gold-Water Interfusion from Zhen Hua after achieving the rank of Saint Craftsman.

Without any flashy or showy techniques, Xie An simply imbued his own spear intent into the forging hammers and struck the metal directly.

With a "clang," everyone could feel that the metal had undergone an indescribable change.

"Clang, clang, clang"—three more sounds followed, and then the crowd was shocked to discover that the metal was emitting a purple energy, while simultaneously possessing an indescribable sharpness.

In an instant, the metal erupted with a dazzling light, and a dark purple phantom of the World-Breaking Spear appeared in the sky, reaching over a zhang in length, as if the elements in the air were cheering for it.

Thousand-Forging First Grade, light reaching one zhang.

Xie An was completely in the zone now, striking the metal again and again.

"Four strikes! He seems to have used only four strikes to forge the metal to this extent." A blacksmith from the Yuanen Clan exclaimed in shock.

He was a Grandmaster Craftsman, and his forging level was already the highest within the Yuanen Clan.

But seeing the forging of this War God Temple Master, he still couldn't help but cry out in surprise.

At this moment, Xie An's aura was constantly rising, and a will that could shatter all things and even transcend everything emanated from his body.

"Is this your path?"

Yuanen Zhentian's expression was complex; as someone who had grasped the Law of Strength, he too had once harbored the desire to Prove the Dao through Strength and achieve Breaking Ten Thousand Laws with One Force.

Unfortunately, the wish was beautiful, but reality was harsh.

He had been stuck at the Demigod realm for nearly thirty years, and if another ten years passed, his potential would basically be exhausted.

If he couldn't even break through to the Quasi-God realm, how could he talk about Proving the Dao through Strength?

Xie An did not sense the complex emotions of the Yuanen Clan leader; he was simply repeating the strikes on the metal, constantly refining it, striving to bring the metal to its most perfect state.

The forging hammers rose and fell, and amidst a blur of afterimages, a hint of gold-purple was faintly gestating within.

The twin hammers danced, flying up and down, continuously striking the metal.

"Clang, clang!" By the time the Thousand-Forging was complete, the metal had shrunk from the size of a volleyball to that of a shot put.

And now, amidst the rhythmic strikes, the shot-put-sized metal continued to shrink.

A purple halo flashed, and the sparks that had originally appeared with every strike gradually diminished and eventually vanished.

The metallic luster became increasingly internalized, as if something was about to be born.

"This piece of metal is about to give birth to life."

The blacksmith who had exclaimed earlier had calmed down and explained to the crowd.

Although he was only at the level of a Grandmaster Craftsman, he possessed at least that much insight.

"Crack." A soft sound came from within the metal, just like a chick breaking out of its eggshell from the inside.

This piece of metal had birthed a trace of autonomous consciousness.

Without needing an explanation, everyone could see at a glance that this was Spirit Forging Creation.

Long Tianwu swallowed hard and turned to look at Dark Phoenix Douluo: "Tell me, Dark Phoenix, did you know about the Temple Master's forging level?"

Dark Phoenix Douluo's gaze was also somewhat dazed, but she still nodded.

"Back when I studied with him, I saw him forge, but I had no idea his level was this high."

Dark Phoenix Douluo's thoughts drifted back to the time before Xie An had become the War God Temple Master.

"Tell me, Xie An, why are you always studying forging?"

"A Soul Master's most important asset is their Soul Power cultivation. Come outside and fight me."

A twenty-year-old Leng Yulai looked at Xie An, who was buried in his forging, and said with a hint of amusement.

At that time, Xie An did not give her a single reply; he simply continued to forge incessantly.

It wasn't until she used a soul skill to burn Xie An's forging table that he finally summoned his World-Breaking Spear, a weapon that rivaled the Sky-Propping Spear.

The result of the battle was, naturally, that Leng Yulai was given a sound thrashing.

Later on, Xie An chose to join the Federation military, and they did not see each other for forty or fifty years.

When they met again, it was at the moment she was about to fall into the path of an Evil Soul Master.

She had assumed he had long since faded into obscurity, but she never expected Xie An to defeat her with a single strike of his spear.

At that time, Leng Yulai had just become a level 94 Title Douluo, only a single step away from becoming a Super Douluo.

After that came Xie An helping her resolve her inner knots, her joining the War God Temple, and so on.

The forging continued, and although Xie An felt the metal's sense of affinity toward him, he still did not dare to relax in the slightest.

Heavy strikes mixed with the occasional crisp tap, sounding like a symphony, full of aesthetic beauty.

The piece of metal began to shrink visibly, as if confirming the saying that the essence is always in the concentration.

A pale purple halo continuously condensed on the metal, and waves of sharp intent leaked outward.

Finally, as the purple condensed until it turned a dark, blackish-purple, everyone present felt a trace of joyful emotion.

Soul-Severing Enlightenment to awaken the metal's intelligence.

The crowd was no longer surprised; they felt only admiration and awe.

Spiritual power suddenly condensed behind Xie An, and the World-Breaking Spear appeared once more, emitting an unparalleled spear intent that seemed as if it would tear this world apart.

Afterward, the World-Breaking Spear dissipated, and the spiritual power turned into points of light, scattering toward the metal.

"To think one could forge like this! God-like skill, truly god-like skill."

Yuanen Zhentian was the first to react; the War God Temple Master before his eyes had relied on his own powerful spiritual force to forcibly imbue this piece of metal with his own Dao.

The blacksmith beside him was already dumbfounded. It wasn't that he hadn't seen Soul Forging before, but this kind of Soul Forging was something he had never heard of, nor ever seen.

Long Tianwu tugged at Ao Rui and muttered in a low voice, "Tell me, old Ao, have you seen the God Craftsman Zhen Hua? Could he reach this level?"

"I don't know." Ao Rui shook his head gently.

"Sigh, why do you always say those three words?"