Ten Thousand Weapons City, atop Beacon Fire Mountain.
Ou Yeruo devoted himself wholeheartedly to forging the Hongmeng Supreme Treasure.
By now, the process was nearing its end.
The supreme treasure gradually took shape.
It was an ancient sword, white as jade throughout, engraved with profound runes and entwined with strands of wondrous Hongmeng spiritual energy.
Although it had not yet fully formed.
The aura emanating from it had already shocked everyone.
"It looks like Ou Yeruo really has a way to forge a Hongmeng Supreme Treasure. The title of Ten Thousand Weapons City's strongest Artifact Refiner really is about to change hands."
"Tsk, Ou Yeruo is about to rise again."
"Interesting..."
The many Artifact Refiners watched without taking their eyes off the sight.
Ou Yeruo himself was also immensely excited.
"Wonderful."
"The plan I settled on really was right."
Even Ming Fei beside him could not help casting him a glance.
"Being able to forge a Hongmeng Supreme Treasure is indeed extraordinary. Chu Kuangren, you're lucky to have found a master Artifact Refiner like him."
"My luck has always been good."
Chu Kuangren slowly opened his eyes.
Sensing that the divine weapon was nearing completion, he too emerged from seclusion.
"One more tempering, and it will be finished!"
Ou Yeruo spoke excitedly.
He formed a hand seal, preparing to draw upon the beacon flames within Beacon Fire Mountain.
But just then.
For some unknown reason, the beacon flames within Beacon Fire Mountain proved difficult to summon, as though some force had restrained them.
"That's..."
Ou Yeruo looked toward the bottom of Beacon Fire Mountain.
There, countless restrictions were inscribed on the rock walls inside the volcano. Under their influence, the beacon flames could barely be stirred!
And that was not all.
A pitch-black iron pillar also rose from the lava.