Chapter 282 - One Step To The Heavens! Ten Thousand Refinements Of Life! (2/2)
What was most frightening about spirit refining was the possibility of a premature disconnection. Should this happen, the metal lost its spirit, turning it into its normal, inert counterpart. This was why Spirit Refinement was expensive to attempt.
Countless blacksmiths failed at this step and never crossed into the next realm. Apart from talent and skill, money was a limiting reagent. Blacksmiths backed by large clans had better chances than the rest. They could succeed through brute force of resources.
Tang Wulin's circling speed accelerated. Had he known Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, the process would have gone even smoother. Unfortunately, he had been forced to spend his contribution points on spirit items instead of Tang Sect secret arts.
As the silver light flourished and the heavy silver shrunk, Tang Wulin's hammers resonated with the lump of silver and emitted a similar hue of light. Crimson veins crawled over the surface of his hammers, the mark of his blood sacrifice.
These two hammers had always accompanied him in the last few years, his go-to tools for his innumerable first-grade thousand refined pieces. After he had performed the blood sacrifice, he fueled the hammers' growth, to the point where they were now first-grade thousand refined.
The moment the hammers struck the heavy silver simultaneously, a strange connection opened between them.
Under careful inspection, one would notice the shrinking in size of Tang Wulin's hammers. They also grew smaller and brighter with each strike.
His soul power consumption was too high. Ten minutes had pa.s.sed and he was approaching his limits. The second he ran out, his connection with the heavy silver would be broken. Despite the smooth start the connection was fragile, and could break at any moment.Once the spirit refining failed, this chunk of heavy silver would become useless and its spirit would attempt to devour the blacksmith in its fury.
Even four-ringed blacksmiths would need a long time to recover from the backlash, not to mention Tang Wulin who had two rings. Perhaps, he would never be able to recover from such a setback.
What can I do?
My soul power is almost depleted but I'm not done yet. The heavy silver has a speck of life in it now. However, I still need to feed it more energy.
I can't stop. No matter what, I can't stop.
Tightening his resolve, Tang Wulin's next move astonished everyone.
He held both hammers in his left hand, grabbing the ingot with the one that's free. Not once did the pounding stop.
As his skin met with the heavy silver, thick white smoke released from the metal's surface, loud sizzles permeating the air. His hand convulsed from the sharp tendrils of pain, the temperature enough to melt off a person's hand!
But Tang Wulin was spared of this fate. Besides a few wisps of smoke rising from his palm, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He called back his Bluesilver Gra.s.s in favor of his golden soul ring, gold scales appearing over his arm.
Determined, Tang Wulin suppressed the daggers of pain stabbing into his body, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead as ignored wave after wave of exhaustion, his soul power depleting by the second.
He held the connection, though blood essence replaced soul power as the bridge.
Tang Wulin shouted with resolve. His clothes burst into shreds, revealing the lean and rugged body, the golden scales snaking across his toned torso and arm.The scales s.h.i.+ned resplendently under the effect of Golden Dragon Body.
A golden fog rose from the scales, enveloping the chunk of heavy silver. This prompted him to circle around the ma.s.s of metal once more, striking its sides with the two hammers in his left hand the entire time.
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