The diminutive figure had just taken a somewhat human form when a powerful swallowing force burst from his Dantian, rapidly spreading through his body and out his pores as if a parched land drinking from a spring, sweeping the True Qi of Geng Metal that lingered inside the room clean.
After consuming a large amount of Geng Metal True Qi, the now slightly more solid figure seemed energized, sending forth an even more powerful suction that whipped up a tornado inside the room, broke through the tile roof, and ascended.
And Yang Ge, who was sitting cross-legged at the center of this tornado, no longer practiced the Visualization Skill of refining gold and casting weapons as usual but visualized himself as the deity of metal, sitting in a field made of Geng Metal energy, continuously breathing in and out, swallowing Geng Metal energy to strengthen himself...
This Visualization Skill was domineering, tyrannical, and utterly unreasonable.
