Chapter 58 The Fall of the Wolf Demon God, Researching the Throne of Slaughter—Is There Heaven-Forged Metal Here?
The Wolf Demon God was dumbfounded.
This human? Do you even eat oil cakes? Do you not care about your face?
I'm bound like this, and you still dare to mock me? You really think I can't kill you? Fine! Even if I truly can't, you still shouldn't taunt me!
I am a Demon God! A Demon God! One of the strongest existences of the entire demon race—even a God-Sealed Knight must fight with all seriousness against me! Even if I am the second weakest among the Seventy-Two Pillar Demon Gods, how dare you ridicule me like this?
I have my pride!
Hearing this, little Cai'er couldn't help but let out a soft "puchi," covering her mouth as she laughed. She had never realized before that her Ye Ling-gege possessed such a sharp and mocking sense of humor.
Unlike her reserved smile, Long Haochen had no restraint at all. He collapsed on the ground in laughter, clutching his stomach, completely unguarded, only thinking that this Wolf Demon God was pathetic.
"Kill you!" The Wolf Demon God's eyes burned red, and without hesitation he lunged at Ye Ling, intent on tearing him apart.
But the golden chains held him fast, clashing with metallic echoes. At that moment, Long Xingyu's calm voice uttered a single command: "Judgment."
In the blink of an eye, the terrifying force of slaughter and judgment obliterated the Wolf Demon God completely.
Afterwards, Anan sensed what had happened. His power surged forth, threatening to annihilate Long Xingyu in every way possible. His voice resounded with terror, yet Long Xingyu remained fearless. His strength was no less than Anan's.
Then he turned his gaze toward Ye Ling and the others, confusion flickering in his eyes. "How did you get up here? Why would the Slaughter Soldiers allow you through?"
"Simple." Ye Ling shrugged. "Even if the Slaughter Soldiers are strict, they still know how to treat people differently. Maybe Cai'er and I don't matter, but we were holding your son.
"The boss's son in our hands, with his bloodline power showing—do you think they'd dare block us?"
Ye Ling explained helplessly. He understood Long Xingyu's concerns and deliberately phrased it this way to steer his thoughts.
"Through Haochen's bloodline power?" Long Xingyu frowned. Of course, he knew such a thing was possible.
But in his heart, he had always told himself—Long Haochen was not his son. He was the son of the Demon God Emperor. Then why? Why did he carry his own bloodline power?
So confusing.
What is going on? Long Xingyu's head throbbed. He wanted to know the truth, but now was not the right time.
He looked back at Ye Ling and the others. "We'll talk later. I must end the manifestation of the Throne of Slaughter quickly. Otherwise, it will be troublesome—the God-Sealed Throne is mighty, but its drain is immense."
"Teacher Xingyu, wait," Ye Ling interjected.
"What is it?" Long Xingyu asked.
"How long can you maintain the Throne of Judgment?" Ye Ling replied.
"With the current situation, about one hour at most. If I reduce the range and stabilize it only to this platform, roughly three hours. Why do you ask?" Long Xingyu frowned in confusion.
"Teacher Xingyu, you also know I am a forgemaster. For something like the God-Sealed Throne—the greatest craft in human history—I am naturally curious. So, I want to ask if you would allow me to study it." Ye Ling spoke bluntly. There was no reason to dance around the matter. Even if Long Xingyu refused, he would not strike him down for asking.
Long Xingyu was speechless.
Good heavens, someone wanting to research the God-Sealed Throne? In the six thousand years since its creation, Ye Ling was the first junior to even have such a thought.
If it were anyone else, even his own "son" Long Haochen, Long Xingyu would refuse outright. The Throne's power was too dangerous. To let someone study it was to invite calamity.
But Ye Ling was different. His strength and talent were terrifying, and he was a forgemaster. Letting him examine the Throne could only bring benefits, not harm. Even if he could not reach the level of forging a God-Sealed Throne, should he comprehend enough to craft epic equipment, it would already be a monumental gain.
Ye Ling could already forge Radiant-tier equipment, and that with stability. To reach epic-tier was surely only a matter of time.
"You may," Long Xingyu nodded, then stood aside. He released his power to stabilize the Throne of Judgment, preventing it from resisting. Otherwise, no one outside its chosen master could study it without being rejected.
"Many thanks, Teacher Xingyu. If one day I can forge something to rival the God-Sealed Throne, I will let you be the first to use it." Ye Ling grinned.
"I will look forward to that day," Long Xingyu replied. Though he felt neutral on the matter, he still gave Ye Ling encouragement.
Ye Ling stepped forward, taking out his Spirit-Forged Blood-Sacrifice Hammer. He began tapping across the Throne, judging its responses, while channeling his soulforce into it to sense its structure.
Much of the material he had never forged or even seen before, yet he could still identify their nature.
"Soul-Forged metals… If I compare by rank, the Throne is made primarily of countless soul-infused metals, reinforced by perfect Spirit-Forged alloys and peak Thousand-Refined metals. On top of that, inscriptions by powerful experts were engraved within, channeling spiritual energy, and then forged by countless smiths over centuries. That is how this was created!"
"But this method… it is far too wasteful and resource-heavy. If I had the same resources and soul-forging ability, I could forge more God-Sealed Thrones than this one! With only these materials…" Ye Ling sighed inwardly.
No wonder humanity stagnated after the Throne was created. Still, without it, their problems would have been far worse.
Even so, Ye Ling felt something was missing. Without firsthand immersion, his comprehension was incomplete.
He turned to Long Xingyu. "Teacher Xingyu, may I sit upon it to truly comprehend?"
Long Xingyu nodded in assent. He guided the Throne of Judgment to open itself.
Ye Ling sat down, activating his Six-Winged Angel spirit, and sank into complete immersion.
A moment later, he opened his eyes, satisfaction and certainty gleaming within them.
"As I thought. Soul-Forged metals alone, no matter how much effort, could never forge a true God-Sealed artifact. Within it lies Heaven-Forged metals infused with the power of laws themselves!"
(End of Chapter)
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