"..."
Faced with such a serious reason, Luo Su found himself at a loss for words.
And that illusory figure had already dissipated again, turning into a pitch-black Flying Bird. It spread its wings, skillfully passing through layers of seals and defenses, crossing a vast distance, and returning beneath the Sky Dome of the Ivory Tower.
After finding its bearings, it began to descend, piercing through layers of walls.
Descending from the sky, it arrived in the tightly sealed Alchemy Workshop.
There, it beheld the riot of darkness.
Despair contracted. Under the catalysis of the Alchemy Fire and the Hand of Confinement, it transformed, gradually undergoing a qualitative change and remolding...
In Huai Shi's hands, between fingers forged of steel, the previously heavy iron ingot had solidified into an ephemeral silhouette, which he grasped tightly.
Within the Forger's furnace, the transformation between Source Substance and iron began anew.
