At this moment, Little Li was advancing through the passage leading to the depths of the Fire Pulse, his expression extremely solemn.
Why am I having such thoughts?
What exactly has taken away my innocence?
How could a gentleman have such terrifying thoughts that would make even the ancestor of the He Huan Sect exclaim in admiration?
As Li Mo took out the Cold Spring Pill and swallowed it, he knew that although this pill could alleviate the physical heat, it couldn’t ease the torment of his conscience!
Cold Fairy is as pure and flawless as untainted white jade, and if she knew what he was thinking, her gaze might not be one of scrutiny but perhaps… fear?
She might be so scared that she would hug her long legs tightly and curl up, asking him not to come closer…
“!”
“The influence of the Ming Jiao bloodline on me seems to last too long!”
“It turns out that even the great master of the Buddhist sect, Zang’ai, finds it hard to control such a powerful bloodline…”
“But then again…”
In the midst of his thoughts, Li Mo recalled a segment from earlier.
God descended and said to a man, “I can grant you three wishes.”
The man was very happy and said, “My first wish is immortality, and my second wish is an endless supply of money.”
God replied, “Alright, I’ve fulfilled all your wishes.”
The man said, “But there were only two?”
God said, “Look down.”
So this story tells us that even God thinks his ideas are reasonable.
“That’s right, just like that.”
Li Mo let out a sigh of relief, deciding to hold off on this bold idea for now. After all, although the Pure Yang Long Robe is made of special material and can adapt to changes in his body without breaking, it doesn’t include pants.
Ahead, they reached the depths of the Fire Pulse.
Li Mo practiced using the Heaven-Embracing Technique here again, finding it somewhat similar to the Vajra Body, though his physique couldn’t sustain it continuously.
He could only use it intermittently, and after each use, the interval between uses grew longer.
After a while, footsteps echoed in the passage.
“Little Mo, did you break through another realm?”
Elder Han He brought various damaged weapons.
Some were broken weapons from the Divine Edge Cave, others were rejects from the foundry above. Li Mo lacked understanding of the essence of various weapons.
Therefore, his daily task was to reforge these weapons.
“Guanshen’s Seven Apertures… tsk tsk, it’s rare for a craftsman to have such astonishing talent.”
Elder Zeng was surprised but also showed a smile of relief and hope.
The scarcity of divine craftsmen lies in this fact; usually, those with good cultivation talent focus solely on reaching higher realms, who would waste their time on forging weapons?
However, besides exceptional forging skills, the divine craftsman’s own realm is equally crucial.
A divine weapon often contains the power of heaven and earth.
“Let’s begin. Now that you’ve advanced in realm, see if you can forge top-quality weapons from these materials within a day.”
“These are not as precious as refined iron, so you must bring out the best in the materials.”
Li Mo nodded and, under the watchful eyes of the two elders, walked toward a pile of damaged weapons, selecting those with similar materials.
In about five days, after re-forging these weapons, will the Extreme Weapon and Body Strengthening technique advance further?
Although he still cannot forge continuously with Hammer Treasure, he has the Heaven-Embracing Technique.
With his thoughts surging, he began to re-forge the broken weapons.
Hot pan, wide oil, stir-frying and forging.
Thirteen broken weapons were thoroughly re-forged, purifying them of impurities.
Clang—
Li Mo wielded the hammer, squinting slightly, as the clear sound of metal rang out. The red-hot iron block on the Anvil of the Ancestor was smashed into large chunks of iron slag.
He activated the Divine Hundred Refinements, forging ten times in an instant, then exhaled a long breath of hot air.
The chaotic energy of the Heaven-Embracing Technique silently wrapped around his arm. This process was slow, and Li Mo carefully experimented with applying this technique to forging.
Lift, strike!
Again, nearly overlapping hammer shadows!
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The hammering sound that followed was only six strikes.
“Didn’t Little Mo previously forge at ten strikes per breath?”
Elder Han He squinted his eyes: “Why did he regress after breaking through?”
“It doesn’t seem right…”
After a moment, Elder Zeng softly said, “Don’t you notice? Each strike is stronger than the last.”
“It really is. Could it be… he’s trying to master this strength?”
Just as Elder Han He finished speaking.
Suddenly, a metallic explosion echoed from the anvil, emitting a painful wail.
The original dense texture of the weapon embryo appeared with fine cracks.
This meant the weapon had been ruined.
“Still lacking control.”
Ke Mo shook his head, yet showed no sign of discouragement. He started re-forging the weapons, adjusting himself during the process, waiting for the Heaven-Embracing Technique to cool down before starting over.
Re-forging materials, forging the weapon embryo, starting from six strikes per breath.
Seven strikes…
Eight strikes…
Nine strikes…..
Ten strikes!
Clang—
Continuous hammering sounds brought forth sparks.
“It seems he finally adapted to the increased strength.”
“Yes, just twice, he regained control of his body. Little Mo’s innate physical and forging talents are truly rare.”
The words of the two elders had not yet settled when—
Boom—
Another incredibly heavy sound of metal reverberated in the depths of the Fire Pulse, lingering endlessly.
“Hmm?”
Both Elders Han He and Zeng were astonished simultaneously.
His strength, how did it become even stronger?
This boy didn’t break through again, did he?
“A little more infusion of chaotic energy…”
Ke Mo’s right hand seemed visibly larger than a normal person’s, pulsating with greater strength.
Right, he hasn’t fully released the Heaven-Embracing Technique.
It’s after improving his control that he raised its power to a new level.
Time passed.
The two elders watching beside him were completely stunned.
Completely ruined weapon embryos piled up.
Because each time Ke Mo reacquired ten strikes per breath, his strength would reach a new level.
Physical growth is a slow process.
Their experience was no different from seeing a seed just planted quickly sprout, bloom, and bear fruit.
Even stranger was…
“Why is only one arm getting stronger?”
Finally.
In the endless night cave, Ke Mo heard the roar of bl**d and iron in his ears. He could clearly feel the violent power surging in that arm.
Unlike before.
This power seemed genuinely at his disposal.
“It’s at its limit.”
“This state can’t be maintained for long.”
Ke Mo opened his eyes, reflecting the fiery light of fire and iron.
“I only have one chance within a day.”
