Before I knew it, seven or eight months had passed.
Every day, in addition to studying, cultivating, and refining swords, Jiang Ding spent an hour refining the electromagnetic main gun in his glabella.
At first, whether in class or during cultivation, he would occasionally plunge headfirst into the ground with his legs pointing upwards.
Or, while flying in the sky, he would suddenly plummet headfirst, drawing laughter from many classmates.
However, after continuing to refine the main gun for three months and branding each array pattern with his Divine Sense and mana, the situation greatly improved and returned to normal.
But with an extra twelve tons of weight suddenly on his body, which constantly required mana to maintain and nurture the refining process, both his speed and combat power were significantly reduced.
Until today,
the twenty-nine-meter-long, twelve-ton Supreme Magic Tool was finally completely refined.
"Done."
