After New Wushan Town was built, Loa settled down there.
He lived in the Blacksmith Shop from his childhood memories. Not only had it been restored, but it had also been expanded a little; otherwise, there would not have been room for everyone. He would have to bring Bob and Mia back to live there eventually, so space needed to be reserved in advance. Most importantly, there was Old Jack's memorial tablet.
The Blacksmith Shop was fully equipped. Sometimes, when the mood struck after cultivation, Loa would forge a piece of fine metal tempered ten thousand times, shaping swords and tempering sword intent amid iron and fire.
The days passed quickly.
Spring gave way to summer, and the grass in the courtyard turned from yellow to green, then from green to yellow again.
Wangcai cultivated alongside Loa. Beirut had said he was a divine beast, but he still looked like a dog. For the sake of his true form, Wangcai was now throwing everything into cultivation.
He asked Loa to teach him precise control over lightning, progressing from striking a tree to striking a single leaf. Wangcai practiced very seriously, but after every session, he had to lie on the ground and pant for ages.
Wuzhui often went alone to the Magical Beast Mountain Range to hunt and feed. Wuzhui rarely entered town, disliking the crowds.
Loa cultivated every day without fail. His Saint Core rotated steadily, the powers of wind and lightning circulating in turn, while the gray-white annihilation power lay in the deepest recesses like a hibernating snake.
The tempering of his Cervical Domain had reached the seventh vertebra, the final one. The first six had already been opened, and marrow as thick as silver mercury flowed through his jade-like spine.
Cultivating the seventh vertebra was like water