City of Smiths, Tempering a God with Mortal Fire

Ghost Shadow's true form was a Wraith that had cultivated for nearly nine thousand years and was on the verge of crossing the ten-thousand-year threshold.

It had no physical body and survived by feeding on the fear and spiritual power of living beings. It had also awakened a rare illusion-type talent.

To ordinary Soul Masters, even those as powerful as Soul Sages, it was an exceptionally troublesome existence.

Unfortunately, it had encountered Ye Linglong.

Before Ye Linglong's Annihilation Divine Eye, which could practically be called "rule-level antivirus software," all its methods became a joke.

In the end, the "ghost" that had terrorized Blackwood Forest for centuries was frightened out of its wits. It scrambled back into the depths underground and swore never to come out again for all eternity.

After dealing with that minor incident, the group enjoyed a pot of rich, fresh turtle soup and spent the night peacefully.

After passing through Blackwood Forest and traveling for another dozen days, a majestic city of steel appeared on the horizon.

Gengxin City.

The most renowned "city of smiths" on Douluo Continent.

Even after the Clear Sky Sect went into seclusion, the forging techniques here remained among the finest on the entire continent.

The city was perpetually filled with the mingled scent of molten iron and coal.

The ceaseless clanging of hammers was the city's eternal symphony.

"Master, one of our carriage wheels seems to have a worn bearing," Jiang Tieyi said in his deep, muffled voice after inspecting their carriage.

Su Chen had casually built this carriage from ordinary wood, without any Soul Power reinforcement.

After such a long journey, wear and tear were only natural.

"Let's find a smithy in the city and have it repaired," Su Chen said with a nod.

The group led their carriage into the