The Black-Green Stone disc was merely the rudiment of a Formation Plate. The core of a Formation Plate was its Spiritual Patterns; without Spiritual Patterns, it was utterly useless.
Once the chief blacksmith had hammered out the rudiment, Lu Ye immediately stepped forward to take over.
A crowd watched curiously from the side. No one knew what Lu Ye intended to forge, and he did not look like someone who had ever dabbled in this craft.
With a crisp ding, Spiritual Power surged at the point where the hammer fell, and a tiny, nearly imperceptible Base Element immediately appeared on the disc.
Ding dang, ding dang...
Lu Ye moved with astonishing speed. The hammer in his hand fell one blow after another without pause, every strike landing with flawless precision, every blow giving birth to a Base Element.
What mattered most in Spiritual Patterns was continuity. The slightest error midway through would send all prior effort down the drain.
In the past, Lu Ye could refine such things with a casual wave of his hand, backed by his immense and pure Spiritual Power. But now, he could only resort to this clumsy method of hammering.
At first, Zhou Ping and the others could not make heads or tails of it, because those Yin-Yang Base Elements were simply too tiny. The only thing they could sense was how effortlessly Lu Ye wielded the heavy hammer. The constant dinging and clanging sounded like some peculiar instrument.
But as time passed, every one of them revealed looks of astonishment.
As the Yin-Yang Dual Elements gradually interlocked and spread across the surface, the outline of the formation pattern slowly emerged.
It was breathtaking. Had they not seen it with their own eyes, it would have been difficult to imagine that anyone in this world