The perception tentacles kept stroking the Streetlamp Pole, a familiar sensation on the verge of surfacing, like a retired athlete gripping equipment he had not touched in years, or a legendary pilot returning to a mech's cockpit.
The feeling was like-"machine spirit's great joy"!
He closed his eyes, letting his perception tentacles shoot out again and again to gather one Streetlamp Pole after another.
Before long, over a hundred Streetlamp Poles had gathered around him, and still more seemed to be surging toward him with the Black Sea's undercurrents.
Lin Yi slowly opened his eyes. Suns seemed to burn in his brilliant golden pupils, and with the Streetlamp Poles surrounding him, he had quite the air of someone declaring, "Wang Xianzhi, I, Lin Yi, have come to the Gray Fog Sea to battle you with an entire city's Streetlamp Poles."
All sorts of outrageous lines like "opening the Heavenly Gate with a Streetlamp Pole" ran through Lin Yi's mind.
Flashing through his mind along with them were endless mystical runes and wondrous symbols, as well as those words from the Divine Artisan-
["The core of forging lies in control over the whole...
"The process certainly matters, but every action must move toward the result you want to achieve for it to be effective..."]
Only with a clear idea in mind could he create effectively.
And he more or less knew how to establish an anchor point now. This craft had quietly unlocked as though it were a skill...
At that moment, Tian Bufan's voice slowly rang out as well. "You seem to have gotten a feel for it, but you're still one final step away from breaking through."
Tian Bufan pointed with one hand, offering his help, and continued, "An anchor point is essentially a 'Book Nail.' The Gray Fog