"Back then, I hammered away tirelessly for who knows how long. I can't even remember. As if the 'iron' in my left hand was possessed by a demon, I hammered day and night. Each strike seemed to bring about such bizarre occurrences, and the more it happened, the more I wanted to see what would come of it…" Sword Elder looked at the scene of his younger self continuously striking the 'iron' with a hammer in his right hand, and he couldn't help but reminisce deeply, and he sighed uncontrollably.