Eight-Metal Armor Forging, Dragon Moon's First Completion

Eight-Metal Armor Forging, Dragon Moon Whisper

The sea of his consciousness became clear. The moment the vast spiritual power of the Spirit Domain Realm completely stabilized, Tang Wulin's aura settled as well.

The breakthrough brought not only a transformation in perception, but a comprehensive elevation of his forging, force control, and precise manipulation of soul power.

The spiritual power of the Spirit Domain Realm formed its own domain. With a single thought, he could lock down a tiny area; with another, perceive the slightest detail. The vast majority of forging flaws, metal cracks, and fusion-forging deviations in the world could no longer hide from his eyes.

After a brief period of meditation, he completely gathered the surging spiritual power back to its source and consolidated his foundation. Then Tang Wulin opened his eyes. The sharp glint in them had receded, leaving only calm certainty.

He did not lose himself in the joy of breaking through. A weighty matter still hung over his heart.

Not long ago, an unexpected upheaval had erupted during the Continental Advanced Soul Master Tournament. The Sun Moon Empire, harboring wolfish ambitions, had used the tournament as a pretext to set a trap. With powerful soul-guided weapons and Title Douluo-level forces, they had forcibly detained disciples and hostages from dozens of participating sects, using them to threaten the major sects into submission and betrayal of Shrek. Step by step, they intended to erode the native forces of Douluo Continent and overturn the thousand-year-old order.

Countless young disciples were trapped in prison, their lives hanging on a single thought from the Sun Moon Empire. The longer this dragged on, the more variables there would be, and the greater the danger.

Rescuing them was urgent.

But he knew very well that the Sun Moon Empire had now revealed all its trump cards. High-grade soul-guided devices, mech legions, and Title Douluo experts stood guard in layer after layer. With only the cultivation of a Four-Ring Soul Ancestor and ordinary Two-Word Battle Armor, rashly charging in would be nothing more than moths flying into a flame. Not only would he fail to save the hostages, he would throw away his own life.

To break the deadlock and save them, he needed the strength to crush those of the same rank and contend with high-level soul-guided combat power.

And he had been secretly preparing that strength for a long time.

After returning from three years of grueling cultivation in the Star Dou Great Forest, he had spent immense time and effort tempering and forging exclusive Two-Word Battle Armor for each member of the new generation of the Second-Generation Shrek Seven Monsters. He refined their materials, optimized their structures, purified their metals, and honed his forging skill to the pinnacle of the age.

That period of intense, uninterrupted forging had not depleted his reserves. Instead, through countless rounds of hammering, fusion forging, and spirit forging, he had become increasingly proficient. His understanding of metal spirituality, soul power conduction, and battle armor construction had grown ever clearer, while he had also accumulated a wealth of complete forging time and tempering experience.

Helping others forge armor was also building his own summit.

Drawing upon the superb state he had accumulated while polishing the Seven Monsters' battle armor, coupled with the heaven-defying spiritual power he now possessed after reaching the Spirit Domain Realm, Tang Wulin decided—he would forge a brand-new Three-Word Battle Armor for himself.

He swung himself out of bed. The forging table at one side of the bedroom had long been wiped clean, with every tool neatly arranged.

His extreme explorations deep within the Star Dou Great Forest over the past three years had brought him countless heavenly treasures extinct in the outside world. The most precious among them was that unique mass of Gold-Water Alloy, born where yin and yang earth veins met and formed over a thousand years by gathering the spiritual energy of heaven, earth, water, and fire.

This metal was incomparably soft and lustrous. Its water attribute embraced all things, while its metal attribute was indestructible. Water and fire complemented each other, yin and yang remained balanced. It was the finest fusion-forging base material in the world, possessing immense elemental compatibility and resilience. It could perfectly reconcile the attribute conflicts of all manner of rare metals, making it a peerless treasure capable of surpassing the limits of conventional fusion forging.

An ordinary blacksmith would be considered an exceptional genius if he could fuse four rare metals to forge Three-Word Battle Armor in his lifetime. Even a top Sacred Craftsman, pouring his heart and soul into it, could at most melt six kinds together. That was already the limit of the age.

But Tang Wulin possessed the ultimate blood essence of the Golden Dragon King, top-tier spiritual power at the Spirit Domain Realm, a self-created perfect fusion-forging method, and the harmonizing power of Gold-Water Alloy. He was determined to shatter the shackles that had bound generations.

The furnace flames rose, crimson-gold fire dancing fiercely within the forge.

This was no ordinary charcoal fire. It was Dragonflame Forging Fire, ignited by Tang Wulin drawing upon his Golden Dragon blood essence and supplementing it with soul power. Its temperature far surpassed ordinary forging flames. Gentle yet tyrannical, it could rapidly purify impurities from metal without damaging the metal's spirituality or fundamental structure. It was the supreme flame for forging top-grade battle armor.

One treasured rare metal after another entered the furnace: incomparably hard Dragon-Patterned Gold, Nine-Section Demon Thunder Iron carrying the power of lightning, Mind Titanium Crystal that stabilized the soul, Darkmoon Cold Iron with ultimate defensive power, Starsecret Mithril that amplified soul power conduction, Azure Heavens Soft Steel that tempered resilience, and Voidspirit Crystal Jade that enhanced elemental affinity.

The seven top-grade rare metals, along with the centerpiece core—the yin-yang harmonious Gold-Water Alloy—made a total of eight peerless metals, all entering the furnace.

The eight metals possessed differing attributes. Some were hard, some soft; water and fire opposed each other, lightning and cold were mutually incompatible. If an ordinary blacksmith tried to forcibly fuse them, their attributes would clash in an instant, the metals would explode, and there would not even be an opportunity for fusion forging.

But now, the divine consciousness of the Spirit Domain Realm spread fully outward, enveloping the entire forging table. The melting speed of every piece of metal, the stripping of impurities, and the fluctuations of spirituality all appeared with perfect clarity in Tang Wulin's mind.

Every hammer strike he made was precise to the finest fraction of a hair.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Steady, heavy hammering echoed continuously through the silent bedroom, neither hurried nor slow, its rhythm even and measured.

The vast, profound blood essence of the Golden Dragon King poured endlessly into the metals, neutralizing their violent attributes. Spiritual power from the Spirit Domain Realm became invisible shackles, firmly locking down the metals' spirituality and preventing even a trace of their essence from dissipating. The Gold-Water Alloy acted as a perfect harmonizing medium, flowing among the eight metals, dissolving their barriers and connecting their veins. It made conflicting attributes tolerate one another and complementary traits stack together.

Fusion forging, spirit forging, shaping, soul awakening, solidification.

Every step was perfect to the extreme, every tempering pushing the fusion rate of the metals toward the summit.

All the experience he had gained from past forging, the life-and-death refinement of three years in the Star Dou Great Forest, the stabilized soul secretly nourished by Gu Yue Na, and the ultimate control of the Spirit Domain Realm all merged into one at this moment.

Countless repeated hammer strikes, countless infusions of soul power, countless spiritual imprints engraved.

The eight originally distinct rare metals gradually shed their individual colors and fused into a peerless divine alloy, flowing with soft golden moonlight and interwoven ripples of water.

The fusion rate rose steadily, finally stabilizing at a god-tier fusion-forging level above ninety-five percent!

Eight metals became one, a sight rare throughout ancient and modern times.

Among all Three-Word Battle Armor, no one had ever perfectly fused eight top-grade rare metals with vastly different attributes into one whole. Today, he had set an entirely new record in the forging history of Douluo Continent.

At the instant the final hammer fell.

Buzzz—

The entire mass of divine alloy suddenly bloomed with brilliant golden-blue moonlight. Golden radiance moved like dragons, blue radiance flowed like water, and star-and-moon patterns slowly drifted across the metal's surface. It carried a warm yet tyrannical dragon's might, its spirituality born naturally, like a living thing.

The metal took shape. The battle armor's framework, shoulder guards, breastplate, gauntlets, war skirt, and battle boots formed in sequence. Their lines were smooth and sharp, combining the fierce power of dragon might with the elegance of moonlight. Water-ripple patterns wrapped around the armor, while starlight and moonlight flowed without end.

There were no ostentatious decorations, yet it naturally exuded supreme nobility and an aura of slaughter.

The Three-Word Battle Armor, Dragon Moon Whisper, was complete!

The entire set of battle armor was clear gold and moonlight throughout. Dragon patterns hid within its texture, water's charm lay concealed in its radiance, and the properties of all eight rare metals were perfectly preserved: Starsecret Mithril amplified perception, Mind Titanium Crystal stabilized the soul, Nine-Section Demon Thunder Iron carried lightning armor-piercing power, Darkmoon Cold Iron provided ultimate defense, Gold-Water Alloy harmonized all things, Dragon-Patterned Gold stood as firm as bedrock...

It possessed both offense and defense, instant soul power activation, elemental compatibility, and a stabilized soul. In every aspect, it had reached the absolute pinnacle of Three-Word Battle Armor.

Even more remarkably, this set of Dragon Moon Whisper was not rigid armor. Having received the dual imprints of Spirit Domain spiritual power and Golden Dragon King blood essence, it had already developed preliminary spirituality. It could connect with Tang Wulin's mind. With a single thought, he could equip it instantly. It fit his body, his soul power, and his bloodline, perfectly adapting to every one of his abilities.

The instant it was equipped, vast amplifying power swept through his entire body.

The profound soul power of a Four-Ring Soul Ancestor was completely drawn forth, amplified, and condensed by the battle armor. His originally gentle soul power instantly became sharp, tyrannical, and incomparably heavy. The divine consciousness of the Spirit Domain Realm spread outward through the armor, expanding his range of perception once more. Within a radius of five thousand meters, every stirring of wind and grass, every fluctuation of soul power, and every mechanical movement appeared in perfect detail.

Body, soul power, spiritual power, battle armor—four as one, completely perfected.

Tang Wulin raised a hand and gazed at his palm. Moonlight flowed over the armor, dragon breath lurked deep within his heart, and unprecedented confidence and power filled every limb and bone.

Three years in the Star Dou Great Forest had tempered his soul, sinews, and bones. His Spirit Domain breakthrough had solidified his foundation. The Eight-Metal Armor Forging had created his peak combat power.

At last, he possessed the absolute strength to directly contend against the Sun Moon Empire's high-level forces, clash head-on with soul-guided mechs, and charge into enemy territory to rescue those trapped in the prison of death.

Within the bedroom, Dragon Moon Whisper clad his body. The youth stood tall as a mountain, with not the slightest concern remaining in his eyes—only icy sharpness and unwavering resolve.

The Sun Moon Empire had detained the disciples of his sect, imprisoned the prodigies of his continent, and used hostages to command the heroes.

Today, his cultivation was complete, his battle armor finished, and all preparations were in place.

It was time to march north, shatter the Sun Moon prison, and rescue the countless hostages!

Outside the window, the night wind howled fiercely, as though rallying for the expedition. Battle intent blazed in the youth's heart. He would set out at daybreak.