No wonder he dared to directly take the Nine-Heaven Breathing Soil and the Chaos Divine Wood!
In the arena, Chen Changqing seemed utterly oblivious to everything around him.
He weighed the Haotian Hammer in his hand, and a familiar feeling of blood-deep connection welled up within him.
Ever since obtaining this hammer, aside from occasionally taking it out to admire it, this was the first time he had prepared to use it for actual artifact refinement.
He paid no attention to the competitors who had already been struck dumb.
He walked to where he had previously planted the Chaos Divine Wood and placed the Nine-Heaven Breathing Soil beside it.
There was no artifact cauldron, no earthfire.
The earth itself was his artifact platform.
The vault of heaven itself was his furnace!
Under everyone's uncertain, astonished gazes, Chen Changqing slowly raised the Haotian Hammer in his hand.
At that moment, everyone's hearts rose to their throats.
They all wanted to see exactly how this madman wielding an Immortal Artifact would use this divine hammer to strike those two materials that existed only in myths!
Thud!
The first hammer fell.
There was no earth-shattering boom, nor any surging waves of force.
The black Haotian Hammer struck the jet-black Chaos Divine Wood lightly—one could even call it gently.
The sound was dull, yet it seemed like a thunderclap exploding directly within everyone's souls.
That strike seemed to land upon the very node of heaven and earth's pulse.
The entire Dragon Gate Stone Platform, along with the surrounding mountains, gave a barely perceptible tremor in resonance with that blow.
All the cultivators on the Stone Platform groaned in unison, their spiritual power thrown into disarray as their blood and qi churned.
"What... hammer technique is this?"
Someone cried out in horror.
They could not