Thousand Refinement-this was the feeling of Thousand Refinement.
As the forging hammers in Ma Rulong's hands struck, he could distinctly feel his harmony with the sunken silver.
It was an indescribable sensation, one that only those who had truly experienced Thousand Refinement could understand.
Originally, Ma Rulong had only intended to demonstrate Hundred Refinement purification today. Never had he imagined that on his first day working with sunken silver, he would begin Thousand Refinement outright-and truly enter that state.
Three hours passed. Ma Rulong had never forged for so long in a single stretch, let alone at such intensity.
Three and a half hours passed, then four!
His arms grew heavier and heavier, a clear sign that he had overdrawn his strength. Yet he did not stop. Even the force of each hammer blow remained just as even as his willpower sustained him, driving him to keep forging.
I'm almost there, almost there. I can't stop. If I stop now, all my efforts might go down the drain!
Precisely because of that mysterious connection with the sunken silver, Ma Rulong gritted his teeth and continued hammering.
If he succeeded on his very first attempt at Thousand Refinement, it would undoubtedly build tremendous confidence. That would benefit his future attempts enormously, giving him a far higher success rate than other blacksmiths.
Moreover, although his energy expenditure was considerable, it remained within what he could endure.
Over the past three years, he had also attended the Sun Moon Royal Military Academy for special training. The rigorous training had remedied much of the damage caused by taking too many pills, and his cultivation was no longer hollow.
"Clang, clang, clang, clang, clang..."
After the continuous hammering and exposure to the furnace's heat, the Thousand-Refined tungsten steel hammers themselves had begun to glow red.