NABC Chapter 301 Zhenhua's Unusual Frustration; The Appearance of the Ancestor Who Couldn't Be
Chapter 301 Zhenhua's Unusual Frustration; The Appearance of the Ancestor Who Couldn't Be
Chapter 301 Zhenhua's Unusual Frustration; The Appearance of the Ancestor Who Couldn't Be Poisoned; Yali's Den of Dragons and Tigers
Compared to looking in from the outside, only by stepping inside this huge glass dome, which covers 2,000 square meters, can one truly appreciate just how magnificent and grand it is.
The interior of the entire Ascending Platform appears very spacious and open, as if it were suspended high in the heavens.
Looking outwards, one can take in the scenery that stretches for miles.
Zhenhua led Huo Yuhao to the center of the platform, and then lightly tapped the floor with his right foot.
With the sound of mechanical gears turning, all kinds of metal tools necessary for forging slowly rose from the ground.
The first thing that catches the eye is that exceptionally large forging platform.
The forging table was entirely covered in a mysterious silver-white color.
The platform itself seems to contain some special laws of heaven and earth, making it appear exceptionally mystical.
"Only blacksmiths who truly possess the qualifications of divine craftsmen are allowed to come to this Ascension Platform."
Zhenhua reached out and stroked the forging table in front of him, introducing it to Huo Yuhao.
"When you become a master craftsman in the future, you can use this place at any time to complete your own Heavenly Forging masterpieces."
"And here at the Ascension Platform, you don't need to worry about rare metal reserves at all. All the resources of the Blacksmith Associations across the continent will be unconditionally directed towards you."
As he spoke, Zhenhua gestured to the right.
Two rare metals emitting a strange luster flew off the metal rack beside them and landed right on the forging table in front of the two people.
Zhenhua then gently pressed down on the forging table.
The next moment, the two pieces of rare metal were swallowed up by the huge forging table.
At the same time, Zhenhua's entire aura changed abruptly in that instant.
He stood still, his figure blending into the world, achieving a state of perfect harmony between man and nature.
The glass dome, which was originally clear and transparent, gradually began to show layers of colorful halos.
Within a radius of a hundred miles, all kinds of elemental energy that roamed freely in the world were rushing madly toward this place.
In an instant, the elemental energy inside the vast Ascension Platform became exceptionally rich.
Suddenly, a dark red vortex appeared in the center of the forging table in front of them.
Spinning rapidly within that vortex were the two rare metals that had been swallowed and melted by the forging platform earlier.
They intertwined and formed a dark red metallic sphere.
Zhenhua's aura surged once more, and the soul power within his body suddenly condensed and compressed, ultimately transforming into a huge dark red iron hammer in mid-air, which directly smashed the metal sphere in front of him.
The next instant, a dazzling beam of light, ten feet high, shot into the sky.
With just one strike, it had already reached the level of a thousand-times-forged first-grade weapon.
The elements that were floating freely in the world around them were now being controlled and manipulated by Zhenhua.
The second hammer blow fell heavily onto the flattened metal block below.
The flat metal object emitted an exceptionally clear buzzing sound, and rings of tangible light rippled outwards.
A faint life force began to emerge from within the metal.
This hammer blow is the Spirit Forging.
With a loud shout, Zhenhua unleashed a surge of energy from the four elements: water, fire, wind, and earth, which simultaneously coalesced onto his Soul Power Hammer.
As it fell again, it caused the Heavenly Ascension Platform to tremble violently.
As the hammer fell, all sorts of elements rushed wildly into the interior of the metal.
Amidst the interplay of light and shadow, a sense of joy continuously emanated from the metal block.
This hammer blow is the Soul Forging.
In just a few short minutes, the soul forging was completed with three hammer blows.
Even Huo Yuhao, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but sigh in admiration.
Compared to Douluo Continent, Star Luo Continent is indeed lacking in high-end forging capabilities.
It is precisely this crucial deficiency that has prevented a true master craftsman from being born on the Star Luo Continent for so long.
From the very beginning until now, every step Zhenhua has taken has been a thorough preparation for the upcoming Heavenly Forging.
The four-colored light emanating from that metal sphere was still wafting with an extremely rich aura of the laws of heaven and earth.
Zhenhua closed his eyes again, and above his head, a huge four-colored funnel-shaped vortex appeared.
With his guidance, the four different elemental powers swirled within it before slowly merging in.
"Lingbing, I will now reveal the true secrets of Heavenly Forging to you. Only when you fully comprehend its principles can you truly become a qualified master craftsman."
As he spoke, Zhenhua pointed one finger to the sky and the other to the ground.
Like a thunderclap from a clear sky, a sudden bolt of four-colored lightning struck straight down at the metal in front of it.
In an instant, the light emanating from the Sky Platform became even more dazzling.
At this moment, all the powerful figures in Mingdu felt a strange sense of unease.
Meanwhile, in a secluded mountain forest outside Mingdu, Di Tian, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them.
Feeling the aura of the tribulation lightning, he murmured, "If it weren't for the appearance of that so-called four-word battle armor, how could our soul beast race have ended up in such a miserable defeat?"
Once the Lord's plan succeeds, the soul-guided technology controlled by these humans must be completely eradicated. Furthermore, they must be permanently placed under the close surveillance of our soul beast race.
After a few hours.
Sitting in his chair, looking dejected for a long time, Mu Ye saw his friend Zhen Hua return alone, but Huo Yuhao was nowhere to be seen. He immediately asked, "Zhen Hua, why did you come back alone? Did the teaching at Ling Bing's place not go well?"
"It's not just not going smoothly, it's been going too smoothly, to be honest."
Speechless, Zhenhua casually picked up the teapot on the table, poured himself a full cup, and then drank it down in big gulps.
"I originally thought that no matter how talented he was, he would have to spend some time before he could learn the Heavenly Forging technique."
But who would have thought that guy would just watch me demonstrate it once, and then master it with ease? He even triggered a seven-colored lightning tribulation on his very first attempt at Heavenly Forging—the pinnacle of Heavenly Forging in human history!
Even Zhenhua himself has only been able to successfully complete the Seven Elements Heavenly Forging a very small number of times.
Moreover, every time he completed the Heavenly Forging of the Seven Elements, he would be severely injured by the backlash of the tribulation lightning.
As it turns out, Huo Yuhao was quite something.
After effortlessly completing the Seven Elements Heavenly Forging, he didn't even blink. The lightning tribulation seemed to have no effect on him whatsoever.
Later on, the elements of heaven and earth attracted by the Ascent Platform became increasingly concentrated, even showing a tendency to condense into water droplets on the spot.
Zhenhua had no doubt that if he hadn't asked Lingbing to restrain herself, he would have absorbed all the spiritual energy of the entire Mingdu using this Ascension Platform.
After finishing his tea, Zhenhua slumped down, looking exhausted, and said, "Old Mu, tell me, how can we possibly cultivate this so-called master-disciple relationship with someone as talented as Lingbing?"
For a moment, Zhenhua's expression was like that of a respectable woman who had suddenly been taken advantage of.
And after the other party finished, they didn't even have time to say thank you before they had to pull up their pants and run away, which was quite frustrating.
Makino's lips twitched involuntarily.
He himself had no clue how to recruit Ling Bing into the Body Sect, so how could he have the time to care about Zhen Hua's current affairs?
Sighs rose and fell, and another heartbroken and forlorn person joined the room.
As night falls, the night view of Mingdu remains dazzling, with the brightly lit city resembling a galaxy fallen to earth.
Huo Yuhao walked alone down the corridor, following the mental imprint he had left on Mu Ye, and finally stopped in front of a tightly closed door.
The next instant, a vast and boundless spiritual force silently surged into the room.
Inside the room, Makino sat cross-legged on the bed, lost in meditation.
Even in a meditative state, he was still racking his brains, trying to figure out how to successfully recruit Lingbing into his sect.
The current Body Sect can be described as being dirt poor.
Apart from the secret methods left behind by our ancestors, there is nothing else that others should covet.
"well----"
Makino sighed heavily in his heart.
After thinking about it for a long time, he still couldn't come up with a solution.
If his disciple, Aruheng, were a fair-skinned, beautiful, and adorable girl, perhaps they could try using her as a honey trap.
Unfortunately, Aruheng was not a petite and adorable girl.
Instead, he was a burly man with a slightly mentally challenged personality, a body full of solid muscles, and a completely bald head.
Makino murmured to himself, "Ancestors, what should I do to prevent the legacy left by our forefathers from being completely destroyed in my hands?"
Just as he was in a daze, he suddenly heard a soft calling in his ear.
"Makino, Makino————"
The voice was extremely ethereal, seemingly very close to him, yet upon closer listening, it seemed to come from a very distant place.
Makino slowly opened his eyes, and what came into view was still his bedroom.
But on the wooden chair next to the bed, an old man was already sitting upright.
Even though the old man was dressed in a loose, dark green robe, it was still clear that he was exceptionally tall and upright, and the skin on his exposed body was as rosy and radiant as that of a newborn baby.
His long, dark green hair was casually draped over his shoulders, but the top of his head was completely bald, without a single hair.
Makino blinked slightly, confirming that he wasn't seeing things from overthinking. He could no longer contain his horror and cried out, "The poison can't kill our ancestor!"
As for this ancestor who left a significant mark on the history of the Body Sect, Mu Ye could recognize his unique appearance and characteristics even if he were reduced to ashes.
For the disciples of the Body Sect, Du Bu Si was a true embodiment of loyalty to the country.
Ten thousand years ago, for the sake of his country and its people, he resolutely gave up his own life to carry out the decapitation of Xu Tianran.
Although the Body Sect inevitably began to decline after that point in time.
Mu Ye hurriedly got out of bed, his expression excited as he tried to kneel and pay his respects to Du Busi.
But Du Bu Si had a faint smile on his lips. He raised his hand slightly, and a gentle force stopped Mu Ye's actions.
"My time is running out, so listen carefully. Humanity is the chosen one of the gods—"
"—All of this is the result of cause and effect. What the future holds depends entirely on your own destiny."
The sound grew increasingly ethereal and uncertain until the tall figure sitting upright in the chair completely vanished without a trace.
After a long while, Makino finally came to his senses, as if he had been in a trance.
He closed his eyes, carefully sensing the complete secret of his true self that was now fully imprinted in his mind.
This is not a hallucination caused by my own mental breakdown.
Thinking of this, Mu Ye could no longer hide the excitement on his face.
He straightened his robes and respectfully bowed in the direction where the poison had just disappeared.
Outside the room.
As Huo Yuhao walked around the corner of the corridor, he looked at Ya Li, who had been waiting for him for who knows how long, and subconsciously explained, "I once promised Senior Poison Undying that I would help him continue the lineage of the Body Sect."
Ya Li simply nodded silently, not pressing for details. However, Zi Guang hesitated for a moment, then said somewhat awkwardly, "I heard Zhen Hua say that you underwent intense Heavenly Forging for several hours this afternoon. Although you have a special physique, the elemental tribulation lightning will still cause some damage to your body."
"Since I have some free time now, let me use my life energy to help you repair things properly."
As she spoke, Yali's ears inexplicably turned increasingly red.
Without saying a word, she took Huo Yuhao's hand and led him to her room.
Huo Yuhao's eyelids twitched involuntarily at that moment.
Using life energy to repair the body must be a fairly legitimate method, right?
Unlike him, Yali was not inexplicably affected by the massive amount of negative emotions hidden within the Destruction Godhead.
She has always presented a pure and innocent image to others.
It's definitely not the case that my mind is full of unclean or lewd thoughts.
But when he looked at the door that had been completely opened, the soul-guiding lamp inside the room, which was still emitting a soft light, appeared inexplicably dim.
In addition, there was the soul power barrier that had quietly risen, isolating all external perceptions—
Huo Yuhao felt as if he were about to step into some terrible den of dragons and tigers.
>