The Supreme Lord's technique of tempering was no small matter; it was a fusion of numerous ancient tempering methods, refined through a thousand hammers and a hundred refinings, without a single flaw.
Shi Xiaole wanted to grasp all the essence, removing the dross and preserving the pure, integrating it into his own tempering, which proved enormously challenging. For anyone else, it would be unthinkable.
The Immortal Palace was vast in size, filled with stone pillars standing erect everywhere, and the rich aura of life burst forth from the pillars, dispersing in all directions.
Shi Xiaole sat cross-legged next to a stone pillar, like a statue.
In the depths of his spiritual sea, various mysterious transformations were taking place, sometimes like a heavy hammer smashing down, sometimes like a blade chopping and an axe carving, and at other times like water dousing fire... Under such tempering, his spiritual sea became more radiant and pure, as intense as the sun.
