Understanding Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer, Three-Eyed Golden Lion

In the Sky Curtain, the scene froze on a blacksmith's shop.

One-eyed Tang Potian swung an ordinary iron hammer, striking a red-hot block of iron.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Ten years passed like a single day.

Wind and frost had carved deeper ravines into his face, while his once-explosive muscles had become restrained and solid. The sharpness in his one eye had long since faded, leaving only the stillness of an ancient well.

The Chat Group was filled with regret.

[Ning Fengzhi: What a pity. A hero of his generation, yet he was ultimately worn smooth by life.]

[Sword Douluo Chen Xin: Once a man loses his spirit, he is finished.]

[Yu Xiaogang: I said it long ago. Temperament cannot put food on the table. Without talent, everything is ultimately just an illusion.]

Just as Yu Xiaogang's comment appeared, the scene in the Sky Curtain suddenly changed!

The trajectory of Tang Potian's falling hammer seemed to undergo some profound and mysterious transformation.

The first hammer was heavy and fierce, sending sparks flying.

The second came at a tricky angle, immediately following the first.

The third stacked its force upon the previous blows, unleashing a muffled roar!

Nine hammer strikes came in succession, completed in a single breath!

The landing point, force, and rhythm of every strike were perfect to the extreme, as if they contained some supreme truth of heaven and earth.

What he held was clearly nothing more than an ordinary iron hammer. Yet beneath his feet, the Black Iron Hammer Martial Soul that had lain dormant for years quietly emerged, and with each strike, the black light on its hammerhead grew denser!

When the eighty-first hammer fell!

"Buzzz—!"

The ordinary iron hammer in Tang Potian's hand and the Black Iron Hammer Martial Soul beneath his feet emitted a hum at the same frequency!

An incomparably domineering aura, as though capable of tearing apart everything, erupted from the one-eyed blacksmith!

[Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer · Prototype.]

A line of enormous golden characters appeared in the Sky Curtain, stabbing into everyone's eyes!

The Clear Sky Sect fell deathly silent.

Tang Xiao abruptly crushed the armrest of his chair and cried out, "Th-this is the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer! Our ancestor... he comprehended it himself while forging iron?!"

In the tavern, Tang Hao smashed his wine bowl heavily onto the table, unprecedented brilliance bursting from his eyes.

So that was how it was!

So the Clear Sky Sect's ultimate sect technique had not come from some ancient inheritance. It had been forged by their ancestor, strike by strike, through endless hammering at the lowest point of his life!

In the Chat Group, Yu Xiaogang, who had been speaking so boldly moments ago, instantly had his ID turn gray. It was as if an invisible hand had seized his throat, leaving him unable to say a single word.

[Ghost: ...]

[Yue Guan: ...]

Everyone in Spirit Hall fell silent.

That slap to the face was far too vicious!

A cripple with Innate Soul Power Level Four and severed meridians had created an ultimate technique capable of supporting a sect for ten thousand years through blacksmithing alone!

What terrifying comprehension and perseverance!

Yet the shock had only just begun.

The Sky Curtain shifted again.

Tang Potian was no longer satisfied with forging ordinary iron. He began spending all his savings on various rare metals.

Through forging, he discovered that certain metals would produce strange resonances after being infused with his weak Soul Power.

He hammered a piece of Sinking Silver into a palm-sized cube, then carefully used Soul Power to carve a certain pattern inside it.

As the final hammer fell.

The silver cube emitted a faint hum, followed by a flash of light.

Tang Potian aimed an iron ingot beside him at the cube.

The next second, the iron ingot vanished into thin air.

When he injected Soul Power into the cube again, the iron ingot reappeared in its original place, completely unharmed.

[Soul Tool · Storage Cube.]

[A creation that changed an era was born in a dilapidated blacksmith's shop.]

Boom!

If the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer had merely shocked everyone, then the appearance of the Soul Tool completely overturned their understanding!

[Tang Xiao: A... Soul Tool?! Our ancestor was also the founder of Soul Tools?!]

[Tang Hao: Good! Good! Good! The ancestor of my Clear Sky Sect was the true great man who changed the continent's landscape!]

[Ning Fengzhi: Unbelievable... Soul Tools had already appeared twenty thousand years ago... This practically created an entirely new cultivation system!]

The images in the Sky Curtain began to speed up.

Tang Potian's storage Soul Tool was discovered by the Heaven Dou Empire's military.

He was brought to the imperial capital, where he met its founding monarch—Xue Jiangshan.

Inside the imperial palace, the first question Tang Potian asked this supreme ruler was, "Your Majesty, may I ask where that blue-robed Imperial Preceptor from back then is now?"

Xue Jiangshan's expression darkened, and he shook his head. "My teacher left long ago. He said this continent was too small, and that he wished to seek a path that would make him stronger."

A trace of disappointment flashed through Tang Potian's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination.

He joined the Heaven Dou Empire's logistics department and began forging Storage Cubes in batches.

With Soul Tools that could store enormous quantities of supplies and keep food fresh, the Heaven Dou Empire's military supply pressure was greatly reduced, allowing them to gain the upper hand repeatedly in clashes with the Star Luo Empire.

But because of this, he had touched an enormous source of profit.

In the imperial capital, inside a luxurious estate.

Several nobles dressed in magnificent robes wore gloomy expressions.

"That one-eyed bastard has cut off all our sources of income!"

"A mere blacksmith dares interfere with our grain business? He must die!"

"That's right. Send him to Sunset Forest with an imperial secret order. A grand funeral has been prepared for him there!"

The scene shifted.

Tang Potian received a secret order requiring him to lead two Soul Kings into Sunset Forest to find an ore called Dragonblood Red Gold, which could extend the emperor's lifespan.

Although he had his doubts, military orders could not be defied.

The three entered the depths of Sunset Forest.

An incomparably thick scent of blood rushed at them.

In a clearing at the heart of the forest lay the corpses of more than a hundred low-level Soul Beasts, their blood gathering into a small stream.

"This is bad! It's a trap!" Tang Potian's expression changed drastically.

Before his words had even faded.

"Awooo—!"

Five agile black shadows pounced from the dense forest like lightning!

They were five enormous wolves over ten meters long, green light glowing in their eyes! The aura each one emitted far surpassed that of a ten-thousand-year Soul Beast!

[Twenty-thousand-year Soul Beast: Nether Wolf!]

"Splurt!" "Splurt!"

In a single exchange.

The two Soul Kings, both above Level Fifty, did not even have time to fully release their Martial Souls before the Nether Wolves' sharp claws tore them into chunks of flesh scattered across the air!

A mist of blood filled the area.

Tang Potian was instantly surrounded by five Nether Wolves, with no path of retreat left.

Fury ignited in his one eye. Five Soul Rings lit up around him at once as he swung the Black Iron Hammer and savagely smashed it toward one Nether Wolf's head!

"Bang!"

Under the tremendous force, the Nether Wolf was actually knocked stumbling.

But the other four had already pounced from different angles!

Riiip!

A claw wound deep enough to expose bone appeared across Tang Potian's back.

He let out a muffled groan and swung his hammer backward, forcing another wolf away, but the enormous impact also made his blood and qi churn violently.

This was a hopeless situation!

In the Chat Group, everyone from the Clear Sky Sect was furious enough to split their eyes.

[Tang Xiao: Heaven Dou Empire! You despicable nobles!]

[Tang San: Such people deserve execution! They have earned death!]

In the Sky Curtain, Tang Potian leaned against a giant tree, drenched in blood and gasping violently.

The five Nether Wolves advanced slowly with elegant yet deadly steps, savoring the fear of their prey before its death.

Just as the leading Nether Wolf King opened its bloody maw, preparing to deliver Tang Potian the final blow.

An indescribable pressure descended from the heavens.

The entirety of Sunset Forest fell silent.

The five savage and violent Nether Wolves seemed to have encountered the most terrifying existence in the world. They all dropped to the ground, their enormous wolf bodies trembling as they did not even dare raise their heads.

Tang Potian froze, then struggled to look up.

On a treetop not far away stood a small beast covered in brilliant golden fur, with a single horn on its forehead and a vertical eye between its brows.

It was only half a meter tall and resembled both a lion and a qilin. Two utterly different auras—majesty and auspiciousness—were perfectly fused within her.

[Auspicious Beast: Three-Eyed Golden Lion.]

Tang Potian's pupils contracted sharply.

The Three-Eyed Golden Lion lightly leaped down from the treetop and walked toward him step by step. Her golden eyes seemed capable of seeing through the past and future.

She ignored the wolves prostrating themselves on the ground and merely gazed calmly at the blood-soaked Tang Potian.

Then, a crisp and pleasant voice carrying supreme majesty rang directly in Tang Potian's mind.

"You are Tang Potian."

"The one who opened the era of Soul Tools."