"What kind of Dharma treasure should I forge?"
Xia Ping fell into deep thought. Everyone had different ideas about forging a natal Dharma treasure.
Some forged theirs into cauldrons, others into swords, blades, spears, and all sorts of other forms. But no matter what form a natal Dharma treasure took, it had to suit its owner best.
He closed his eyes and sank into the depths of his subconscious, slowly meditating as he considered what kind of natal Dharma treasure he should forge.
He had no idea how much time passed before a Dharma treasure gradually took shape in his mind.
Xia Ping suddenly opened his eyes, a frightening golden light shining within them. The Dharma treasure he had envisioned was a bell!
With that in mind, he didn't hesitate and immediately activated the Li Fire Forging Technique.
In an instant, torrents of strange fire surged from the 108,000 pores across Xia Ping's body, blazing fiercely until a hundred-mile radius became a world of flames.
At the same time, he willed the endless flames to gather into a hammer.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Xia Ping controlled the fiery hammer, striking the Chaos Essence Gold. With each strike, the strange fire's power ate into it, bending and distorting its shape.
Each blow changed the Chaos Essence Gold only a little, but after hundreds and thousands of strikes, it began to take on the faint shape of a bell as its impurities were gradually driven out.
The repeated hammering even set the world trembling in resonance. The resulting sound waves penetrated the Chaos Essence Gold's internal structure, as though the power of heaven and earth were compressing it from within.
He hammered away for three days and nights without eating or drinking.
But for Xia Ping as he was now, that was nothing.