Yang Ming's dazzling forging had the surrounding blacksmiths crying out in delight. Every movement carried the magnificent bearing of a grandmaster, making him look every inch a Grandmaster Rank Divine Craftsman. In particular, the speed, force, and angle of each descending swing of his Clear Sky Hammer were all just right—not a fraction too much or too little. As precise as a surgeon's scalpel, he was practically a living textbook, vividly demonstrating the art of forging before the gathered blacksmiths.
Even the Divine Craftsman Lou Gao no longer had time to marvel or gape in shock. He had already brought over a small stool and sat down with paper and pen in hand, ceaselessly recording Yang Ming's entire forging process. With every word he wrote, another irrepressible exclamation of wonder escaped him.
One step into heaven! Ten-Thousand Forging Brings Life!
Ten thousand forgings of the heart meant constant exchange and communication. Every hammer strike Yang Ming delivered, whether light or heavy, swift or slow, preserved the spirituality of the thousand-forged iron billet. As his ocean-like soul power flowed into it in an orderly stream, he continually guided it toward developing a life of its own.
All things possessed spirit, but possessing spirit did not necessarily mean possessing a soul. Spirit and soul might seem only a word apart, yet the difference between them was the gulf between an inanimate object and a living being.
Soul beasts could serve as an analogy.
Ordinary wild beasts had no soul power in their bodies, leaving them prey to humans and soul beasts alike. Once soul power appeared inside a wild beast, it would continually draw heavenly origin power into its body. Through this passive cultivation and growth in soul power, its cultivation age would gradually increase. Yet a soul beast with ten years