Yuanen Zhentian was now certain that the War God Temple Master might truly be capable of Heavenly Forging.
But why did the War God Temple Master's expression look so grave?
The forging had clearly gone very well.
"Buzz, buzz, buzz."
The metal continuously resisted, as if it disliked this spiritual power entering its body.
Unfortunately for it, Xie An's spiritual power could now be called the greatest in the world.
Gradually, under the soothing influence of his powerful spiritual power, the metal began to accept it.
That spear intent had officially congealed on the metal.
With Soul Forging complete, Xie An's expression did not relax. Instead, it grew even more solemn.
He knew the most difficult part was only just beginning.
Xie An suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood essence, which splashed across the metal.
The metal accepted the blood naturally, even seeming somewhat delighted.
Just as Xie An had expected, once the blood essence had been absorbed, the elements in the air grew restless.
A wisp of thundercloud gradually gathered in the sky.
"So this is Heavenly Forging?"
Yuanen Zhentian murmured softly.
But soon, he noticed something was wrong.
The thunderclouds in the sky continued to gather, but whenever they reached a certain point, they suddenly dispersed.
As Xie An felt the thunderclouds repeatedly gather and dissipate, the intent of the World-Breaking Spear shot into the sky once more.
At that very moment, a terrifying spiritual pressure suddenly descended.
Yuanen Zhentian felt powerful spiritual energy repeatedly battering his Sea of Consciousness. He turned to look behind him.
The members of the Yuanen Clan were already lying on the ground. Only Haori Douluo was still standing.
Xie An's spiritual power was like a small boat on the open sea, struggling desperately against the waves.
Before his spiritual power advanced, every time Xie An attempted Divine Forging, he was directly crushed by this irresistible spiritual suppression, causing the Heavenly Forging to fail.
Now, he could withstand it.
The forging continued.
Xie An kept hammering the metal. The thunderclouds in the sky seemed not to have expected the forger to withstand the spiritual suppression.
Perhaps there was a flaw, or perhaps there was some other reason. In any case, the thunderclouds broke through that barrier and began gathering into a lightning tribulation.
Energy from all directions surged toward the thunderclouds. As it amassed, a bank of clouds slowly took shape.
Red, blue, green, and purple light became visible to the naked eye. The lightning tribulation seemed on the verge of forming.
By now, blood streamed from Yuanen Zhentian's eyes, but he still stared without blinking.
A sudden realization dawned on him: he seemed to have touched upon some extraordinary secret.
At the same time, as he sensed the War God Temple Master's unyielding will, a will that surpassed everything, his own realm seemed to loosen under this majestic heavenly might.
This was an opportunity, and an unspeakable secret.
"Is it going to work?"
Feeling the lightning tribulation gathering overhead, Xie An felt a trace of anticipation.
A faint breeze stirred. Something—or perhaps a will—descended and appeared. Though he could not sense it, it was there.
Yuanen Zhentian felt his mind explode. After that, he knew nothing.
Meanwhile, at Shrek Academy.
The leaves and branches of the Golden Ancient Tree suddenly shook violently, as if some great terror had descended.
Yun Ming emerged from the Sea God Pavilion once more, staring at the Golden Ancient Tree with furrowed brows.
Elsewhere, deep underground in a place shrouded in darkness.
A pale-faced man in gray armor and a gray cloak raised his head, gazing in the direction from which that sensation had come.
It was as if his gaze could pierce through the soil and reach the sky.
Behind him, the twelve Skeleton Knights seemed to sense their master's thoughts. Their gazes followed his toward that direction.
At the core of the Star Dou Forest.
A Silver Dragon suddenly whimpered, and a handsome man with golden eyes appeared beside her.
"Lord, what happened?"
A strand of golden hair drifted in front of his brow, looking particularly handsome.
Back in the present, at the Yuanen Clan's location, where Xie An was forging.
Xie An had a feeling that if he continued forging, his soul might be utterly destroyed.
A wry smile crossed his face. In the end, he had oversimplified things.
Just as he was about to stop forging and give up, a sigh—one even Xie An failed to notice—came from the system.
The pressure on him suddenly eased, and the forging could continue.
A purple figure appeared solidly behind Xie An, yet Xie An could not see it, nor even sense its presence.
"Is this the restriction of the law of causality?"
The purple figure spoke in a voice only he could hear.
"Even when every step is correct, is the outcome still forcibly corrected?"
"No, this law of causality seems to contain a loophole targeting one particular person."
The purple figure continued speaking, as if talking to himself, or perhaps to the will that had just descended.
That will also sensed the purple figure's presence. It seemed somewhat angry, but even more afraid.
In the end, the will seemed to make up its mind and sent a thought to the seemingly nonexistent purple figure.
"You want me not to interfere?"
The purple figure seemed to hear a joke and burst into laughter without holding back.
Seeing that the purple figure paid it no heed, the will grew anxious and sent another thought.
After sensing it, the purple man furrowed his brow slightly, but soon relaxed.
"Beneath someone else's roof, you have to bow your head."
"How about this? This junior is fated to cross paths with me. Let him forge one set of what he calls Four-Word Battle Armor each year."
The will still seemed dissatisfied and sent another thought.
The purple figure suddenly laughed in anger.
"Who do you think you are? For nearly ten thousand years, you haven't even been able to erase the remnants of our power."
"I am yielding because of the one from your side, not because of you."
The will fell silent and finally seemed to relent, slowly fading away.
The purple figure also vanished.
Xie An felt as if some kind of shackle had been unlocked within him.
The threat of his soul being utterly destroyed had quietly disappeared, and the forging continued steadily.
The Four-Colored Lightning Tribulation finally formed in the sky. A bolt of lightning as wide as a bowl crashed down.
The heavens and earth were unleashing their immense might.
Terrifying laws descended along with the lightning.
Feeling the lightning imbued with laws, Xie An showed no fear. There was only a faint smile on his face.
Holding the World-Breaking Spear, he guided the lightning to strike the metal.
The metal seemed to cheer and rejoice as a gentle, four-colored glow appeared across its surface.
The four-colored lightning continuously cleansed the metal, while the laws within it poured into the metal as well.
The four-colored radiance gradually deepened, first appearing only on the metal's surface, then eventually becoming part of its very essence.
As the lightning poured into it, the metal evolved and ascended.
A spear intent that could shatter and surpass all things burst forth.
The light gradually faded. Xie An carefully sensed the metal, and a heartfelt smile appeared on his face. Heavenly Forging had finally succeeded!
Yuanen Zhentian could now follow him on his way!
With that thought, Xie An turned around, only to find that everyone had fainted on the ground.
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