Facing the crowds seeing them off, Ye Xiu's group soon arrived before the Inner City gates.
Looking up, they could clearly see the massive walls layered upon layer, enclosing the entire Inner City.
At the very center, smoke and dust continuously burst forth from the enormous furnace that towered into the heavens.
Heavenly Craftsmen City had originally been designed to provide countless craftsmen with a place where they could forge to perfection.
It had been mentioned before that, beyond one's personal skill, forging was also an immense test of the forger's own cultivation and strength.
The higher the grade of the forging material, the richer the spiritual energy contained within it—and the higher the threshold required to fully refine it.
This directly resulted in the vast majority of craftsmen exhausting both body and mind every time they forged an artifact.
Yet on the path of forging, aside from knowledge accumulated through years and months of study, practice was something that could never be avoided.
The more ordinary one's talent, the more one had to keep trying in order to grasp the mysteries within, should they wish to climb to greater heights.
But that led into another vicious cycle.
Cultivation and forging followed the same principle.
If your talent was lacking, if you were as rough and crude in forging as an uncut whetstone, how could you hope to carve out a broad road in cultivation?
The weaker one's talent, the more one needed diligent study and arduous practice—yet the limitations of one's own conditions blocked that very path.
The more outstanding a person was, the more easily they obtained what they sought.
The more dull-witted a person was, the more they wished to improve, yet found no road before them.
Heaven watched all living beings in silence, but the cold