"What kind of forging technique is the Li Fire Forging Technique, anyway?!"
Without paying further attention to the system, Xia Ping took out a jade slip from his body. He had obtained it from the Virtual World. It recorded the Li Fire Forging Technique and had been fought over by countless people; it was incomparably precious.
No one knew how many people had died or been wounded in the struggle for this secret art. Saying blood had flowed into rivers would not be an exaggeration.
Of course, even without his involvement, it would still have stirred up a bloody storm in the Virtual World. After all, the Li Fire Forging Technique was far too precious. No one would ever willingly let it fall into someone else's hands.
"The Li Fire Forging Technique? It truly is profound."
Xia Ping clenched the jade slip and sent his divine sense into it. At once, a vast flood of information surged into his mind.
He immediately sensed an Artifact Refining Room appearing deep within his sea of consciousness. Inside stood a red-haired old man, his entire body packed with muscles. A ball of flame rose from his hand—it was none other than Li Fire.
Under the red-haired old man's control, this strange flame of heaven and earth shifted into all manner of forms. He was practically the ancestor of fire-play, wielding it with effortless mastery, all at the turn of a thought.
Countless artifact-refining materials swiftly melted beneath the flames. The red-haired old man's movements were like those of a musical conductor, brimming with artistic beauty.
In mere moments, a magic artifact rapidly took shape.
"So that's how it is."
Xia Ping came to a sudden realization. He somewhat understood the mysteries of this forging technique now: using the power of strange flames to