Quan Yi's usual forging technique could be described as achieving miracles through brute force.
He would use the Combo Technique to completely pour his strongest power into the metal.
However, the current Quan Yi was more like testing the waters.
Huo Wu saw it accurately; Quan Yi was using continuous, light strikes to probe the metal's properties.
The two small hammers seemed petite compared to Quan Yi's large hands, but their strength was more resilient than any metal.
The vibrations transmitted through the hammer handles, along with the Martial Soul's keen perception of the metal's aura, gave Quan Yi a deeper understanding of the metal before him.
Vibration perception and metal aura perception were abilities Quan Yi didn't possess two months ago.
They gave Quan Yi a different perspective to feel the metal.
Quan Yi wasn't anxious; he still tapped the metal slowly, taking enough Time to fully understand the Mystic Iron.
A quarter of an hour later, Quan Yi had a thorough understanding of the entire metal's veins and patterns.
At that moment, Quan Yi's eyes narrowed, and he raised his right hand high.
"Clang!"
An extremely heavy booming sound echoed in the forest.
The bulging Mystic Iron directly collapsed a large piece, but this was just the beginning.
The moment the right hammer was knocked away, the left hammer followed closely.
"Clang, clang, clang..."
The muffled sound of heavy hammers played a more stirring score.
Under the swift but rhythmic hammering, the Mystic Iron collapsed inward at a visible rate, and the metal itself began to release its own light. More importantly, the patterns on the surface of the Mystic Iron became delicate and regular.
It was like layers of underground rock formations after a long period of Time.
In the sunlight, Quan Yi's shadow gradually became manic, but each hammer strike didn't deviate in the slightest.
The force of the hammer strikes began to increase, but the muffled booming sound became even crisper.
After only twenty heavy hammer strikes, the Mystic Iron, which had shrunk by a third, suddenly made a cheerful sound, followed by a burst of five-foot black Light.
Such a distinct phenomenon could be said to be unprecedented.
Moreover, more importantly, Quan Yi didn't input Soul Power into the metal during the entire process; he completely relied on his strength and understanding of the metal to stimulate its own spirituality.
Previously, the Soul Guidance Metal Quan Yi forged all had Fire-attribute characteristics because Quan Yi infused his own Ultimate Fire Soul Power during the forging process.
However, Quan Yi's method was a shortcut. Although it improved Quan Yi's connection with the metal, it would also erase the metal's own characteristics.
As proof, after Quan Yi completed the sublimation of the metal before, its surface didn't produce such a distinct metallic Light.
In this sense, Quan Yi's understanding of forging had undoubtedly risen to a new level.
When the Light of the Mystic Iron began to dissipate, the metal inside sounded with the same spirituality as the Blazing Sun Dragon Spear, but this spirituality was still extremely weak.
At that moment, Xiao Jin, hidden in the left hammer, burst out with a crisp Dragon Roar.
This sound wasn't physical but mental.
When Xiao Jin's mental fluctuations swept over the Mystic Iron, Quan Yi could feel the spirituality hidden inside the Mystic Iron begin to become active.
It seemed to be echoing Xiao Jin, but at the same Time, they seemed to be craving something.
Xiao Jin's mental message echoed in Quan Yi's mind, saying that this metal was still very weak and craving his infusion.
Seeing this, Quan Yi raised his left hammer again, and with an even stronger hammer strike, Quan Yi input Metal-attribute Soul Power, amplified by 200%, into the Mystic Iron.
It was as if he had injected chicken blood into the Mystic Iron, causing the internal spirituality to increase greatly.
Huo Wu, who was standing aside, saw this even more clearly than Quan Yi.
At some point, Huo Wu's pupils turned golden-red, and a Phoenix phantom flashed in her eyes.
Huo Wu, who had activated the Holy Spirit Perspective, could clearly see the faint soul Light born inside the metal.
This light was extremely small. Compared to a human soul, it was at most a spark, not even fully formed.
However, as Quan Yi's Soul Power was injected into it, the spark visibly expanded a little, and its light brightened slightly.
Quan Yi could feel the joy and elation within the Mystic Iron.
He couldn't help but quicken his hammering, but Quan Yi's hammering didn't become chaotic and disordered because of the increased speed. While injecting Soul Power, he continued to smooth out its texture along the metal's original veins.
However, after the burst of spiritual light, the Mystic Iron's strength clearly increased by a level, allowing Quan Yi to apply a little more force.
Through hammering and the infusion of Soul Power, Quan Yi constantly maintained communication with the Mystic Iron.
Unconsciously, the number of hammer strikes increased from twenty to a thousand.
In the Holy Spirit Perspective, the spirituality within the Mystic Iron seemed to have reached a critical point.
Huo Wu was incredibly astonished, and she thought to herself, "Am I witnessing the birth of a life?"
Quan Yi was now unable to attend to anything else. His mind was completely immersed in the Mystic Iron. By this point, even without Xiao Jin's guidance, he had managed to engage in deep communication with the Mystic Iron's spirituality.
However, nearing this final step, the Mystic Iron showed a hint of timidity, hesitant to cross this last hurdle.
In response, Quan Yi didn't show the slightest impatience. Relying on his own extremely vast spiritual power and Soul Power reserves, he maintained a steady output, keeping the communication with the spirituality smooth.
For this final step, Quan Yi's hammering gradually accumulated to five thousand strikes. The energy and mental effort Quan Yi poured in during this time reached an extremely terrifying level.
The Mystic Iron's volume directly shrank to a quarter of its original size, and the metal surface was covered with extremely orderly patterns, with a touch of dark gold fluorescence tinged on the deep black.
As the saying goes, a quantitative change leads to a qualitative transformation.
The degree of spiritual pleasure undoubtedly reached its peak at this point. When the five thousand and first hammer fell, that trace of timidity was completely covered by extreme joy.
The spirituality also completed its transformation at this moment.
"*Boom*—"
As the last hammer fell, a dark gold pillar of light erupted from the Mystic Iron. At that moment, Quan Yi quickly changed the small hammer in his hand into a sharp blade, cut open his palm, and dripped blood onto the Mystic Iron.
The bright red blood dripped onto the scorching Mystic Iron, beginning to sizzle, but at the same time, the blood integrated into the Mystic Iron at an extremely fast speed.
When the pillar of light dissipated, the Mystic Iron once again revealed its pitch-black body.
Feeling the vigorous life force within the Mystic Iron, the corners of Quan Yi's mouth finally curved into a happy arc.
Quan Yi extended his non-bleeding palm and gently stroked the pitch-black Mystic Iron. At the moment of touching it, Quan Yi felt a close connection as if blood was thicker than water.
Just as Quan Yi was thinking of picking up the Mystic Iron to observe its characteristics more carefully, the Mystic Iron placed in his palm suddenly turned into a black light and merged into Quan Yi's body.
"Huh? What's going on?"
Quan Yi looked at his empty palm and instinctively swung his arm.
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