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Refining weapons is an incredibly time-consuming endeavor, especially when refining high-tier weapons. It's not uncommon for a single session to take ten days or even half a month.
This reality was well understood by those present. No one grew impatient from the prolonged wait, as most attendees had some level of strength, and such patience was a basic requisite for their status.
Under the gaze of countless expectant eyes, time flowed quietly. In the blink of an eye, five days had passed.
During these five days, the refining process in the sky had been relatively calm. Occasionally, low rumbling sounds would emerge—explosions caused by errors during refinement.
A small number of weapon refiners succeeded in refining their weapons during this period. However, they knew that their participation had effectively ended as soon as their weapons were completed.
This is because, in weapon refinement, the higher the tier of the weapon, the more time it requires. Participants like them, with limited skill, often ended up as mere stepping stones.
The crowd's attention did not linger on these few individuals.
Most of the audience's focus remained on figures such as Qiu Yuanqiao, Bei Hao, and a few other renowned master weapon refiners. They understood that these experts' contests would truly define the highlight of this weapon refinement conference.
As the sun reached its zenith on the fifth day, Mo Yu slowly opened his previously closed eyes.
He looked into the furnace, where amidst the surging flames, three distinct forms—liquid or solid—could be seen.
Although these three entities seemed inconspicuous, they radiated a dense and awe-inspiring energy. These three components represented Mo Yu's achievements over the past five days, having successfully completed their refinement.
His next task was to perfectly integrate these three materials into the tempered Divine Might Black Thunder Spear, enhancing its quality to the eighth-grade.
Time passed like sand through his fingers, and nearly half a month elapsed. During this period, more and more participants completed their weapons, including Feng Mu and Lan Yingying.
Without reaching the seventh-grade of weapon refinement, they wouldn't even qualify for the finals.
Suddenly, the scorching air was pierced by a low rumble of thunder. Countless gazes instantly shifted skyward.
A dark cloud had formed, and within it, low rumbling thunder could be heard. The phenomenon clearly marked the formation of Weapon Lightning.
"Weapon Lightning? A seventh-grade weapon has been created!"
The sight of the sky's anomaly brought a wave of excited murmurs across the plaza. All eyes converged on a specific stone platform beneath the thundercloud.
There, a middle-aged man stared at the thundercloud with unbridled joy. He was the first to summon Weapon Lightning.
This phenomenon also caught the attention of Mo Yu, who was in the midst of merging the Divine Might Black Thunder Spear. His narrowed eyes briefly opened to glance at the distant thundercloud.
Due to the laws of the Dou Qi Continent, when refined pills or weapons reach the seventh-grade or above, Pill Lightning or Weapon Lightning naturally occurs.
Weapon Lightning is a mandatory trial for high-tier weapon refinement. Starting from the seventh-grade, weapons begin to develop sentience.
At this level, such weapons are considered divine creations, capable of harnessing the essence of heaven and earth. Consequently, the heavens impose a lightning tribulation to prevent their formation, giving rise to Weapon Lightning.
The higher the weapon's tier and sentience, the more powerful the Weapon Lightning becomes.
Mo Yu shook his head slightly as he observed the weak Weapon Lightning, indicating that the weapon was likely at the lower end of the seventh-grade.
Even so, the appearance of Weapon Lightning invigorated the entire crowd.
Within half a day after the first Weapon Lightning, another thundercloud began to form. Judging by its intensity, the weapon being refined was of higher quality than the previous one.
The plaza grew increasingly lively as the periodic appearance of Weapon Lightning revitalized the once-muted atmosphere.
Every seventh-grade weapon that emerged drew covetous eyes from the crowd.
For most, such weapons held immense allure, especially for those who had not yet reached the Dou Zun level.
"Boom!"
A low rumble echoed once more, followed by a sudden surge of energy from a stone platform.
As this energy wave burst forth, the dark clouds in the sky instantly thickened, and countless silver lightning bolts snaked wildly.
"It's Bei Hao!"
An observant spectator spotted Bei Hao, who had been sitting cross-legged under the growing thundercloud. Now standing tall, he exuded confidence as he gazed at the ominous sky. This was his masterpiece!
This Weapon Lightning, far fiercer than the earlier ones, was a source of pride for him.
"A mid-level seventh-grade weapon! Judging by its appearance, it surpasses the quality of the previous ones."
Amid the flashing lightning, Bei Hao raised a long, crimson, crescent-shaped blade high above his head. It resembled the weapon of a grim reaper, radiating ominous power.
At that moment, thunder roared across the sky.
Amidst the deafening noise and exclamations, a wild grin spread across Bei Hao's face. He cast a provocative glance toward a distant stone platform—where Mo Yu was situated.
However, Mo Yu only spared him a casual glance before withdrawing his gaze.
"This brat hid his strength well. To have reached the level of a mid-tier seventh-grade weapon refiner is remarkable, rivaling even some old-timers."
Despite acknowledging Bei Hao's talent, Mo Yu sneered inwardly. With this result, Bei Hao might secure a spot in the top ten, possibly even the top five. But as for the championship? He was far from qualified!
Turning his attention back to his furnace, Mo Yu focused on the rotating black spear within the fiery Dou Qi flames.
The spear was dark as night, exuding the essence of thunder. Lightning faintly flickered across its surface, giving it an eye-like, mysterious quality.
"Almost there," he murmured, his heart ablaze with anticipation.
In the sky, the dark clouds grew heavier, with massive silver bolts occasionally tearing through the heavens and striking Bei Hao's platform. Each was meticulously absorbed by his blade.
Bei Hao's expression twitched as he noticed Mo Yu's indifference.
He glanced around, realizing that even the seasoned experts in the audience weren't particularly impressed.
This realization frustrated him. Refining a mid-tier seventh-grade weapon was a feat rarely achieved even by senior members of the Weapon Alliance.
Yet, it failed to elicit the astonishment he had expected. His moment of glory was overshadowed by the indifference of the crowd.
Suppressing his frustration, Bei Hao refocused his efforts.
The Weapon Lightning of a mid-tier seventh-grade weapon was no joke. Without utmost caution, the weapon could be destroyed, leaving him in tears.
As Bei Hao began to give his all to counter the weapon lightning in the sky, the surrounding energy in the heavens became increasingly violent, clearly stirred by the weapon lightning.
Perhaps due to the influence of this weapon lightning, astonishing energy fluctuations began to emanate from the furnaces of several contestants.
It was apparent that the weapons they were forging were on the verge of completion.
Sensing this, the faces of these contestants turned grave. At this critical juncture, any mistake would mean complete failure.
"Boom!"
Above the sky, dark clouds gathered, and deep thunder rumbled continuously. Suddenly, a vast surge of energy swept out.
Soon after, everyone saw layers of dark clouds suddenly forming over a specific stone platform.
"A peak seventh-grade weapon is about to emerge!"
Witnessing this scene, the crowd in the plaza erupted in excitement and commotion.
"It's Bei Mingzi! I didn't expect him to break through to a seventh-grade advanced weapon refiner!"
Time was the fairest filter. Now, those who remained were undoubtedly extraordinary figures, judging solely by their auras.
The lowest-ranked among them was a low seventh-grade weapon refiner, while the highest-ranked was unmistakably a high seventh-grade weapon refiner!
This seventh-grade weapon refiner, however, was unfamiliar to Mo Yu. He hadn't paid attention to this person before, indicating that the individual had deliberately concealed their aura.
The forger who created the peak seventh-grade weapon was an elderly man with grayish-white hair. His aged face was wrinkled like an apple peel. Clearly, he was a veteran powerhouse.
Time, the ultimate filter, had washed away the excess from the thousands of contestants, leaving only the true elites behind.
"I didn't expect it to be Bei Mingzi."
On the high platform, Elder Bing and the others looked at the gray-haired elder who had finally revealed himself from the sea of people. They exchanged glances, somewhat resigned.
"This old fellow really has no shame, participating in the competition at his age," the elegant woman Cai Ya remarked with a light nod.
"This old man's lifelong wish is to enter the Heavenly Profound Treasure Hall. Now that he has a chance, he's naturally going to try."
"In the past, I would've mocked him, but now I hope he wins," said a dark-skinned elder with a sigh.
Hearing this, Elder Bing and the others' expressions turned somber as their gazes shifted toward the shadowy figure in the corner.
As time passed, fewer and fewer weapon refiners remained whose creations had yet to emerge from their furnaces. Aside from those who repeatedly failed, the remaining contestants seemed to be preparing something monumental.
Although Qiu Yuanqiao's weapon had yet to show any signs, the fluctuations within his furnace suggested the potential for an eighth-grade weapon.
At this thought, a shadow of unease loomed over the hearts of the senior members of the Weapon Alliance. An eighth-grade weapon would dominate the competition, crushing all rivals.
Could it be that the champion of this refining convention would truly be taken by someone from the Pill Tower?
On a particular stone platform, the shadowy figure of Qiu Yuanqiao sat cross-legged, a maniacal grin spreading across his lips.
"Almost there. Haha! Weapon Alliance elders, let me show you what it means to be a genius who excels in both alchemy and weapon refining!"
At this moment, Qiu Yuanqiao's blood-red eyes were fixed on his furnace. His hands rapidly shifted through intricate seals, and his overwhelming soul power surged continuously into the furnace. Subtly, his soul power carried faint traces of spiritual energy.
"Pfft!"
As his hand seals changed, Qiu Yuanqiao lightly tapped his chest. His face flushed red, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, which shot directly into the furnace, merging with a blood-red scythe rolling within the flames.
"Boom!"
The moment the blood touched the scythe, a dazzling brilliance erupted like a blazing sun inside the furnace. An intimidating energy fluctuation burst forth with a loud explosion.
Even the furnace, which had endured the burning of an exotic flame for so long, shattered into countless fragments under the terrifying pressure.
"Whoosh!"
With the furnace's destruction, a red pillar of light, ten meters thick, shot into the sky.
Under the scarlet light pillar, the previously domineering silver lightning in the sky suddenly seemed to encounter something terrifying, retreating hastily. The once-boisterous thunderclouds shrank away, unwilling to come into contact with the light pillar.
The light pillar soared into the heavens amidst countless shocked gazes. Moments later, where the pillar passed, dense clouds suddenly appeared, coalescing into a massive thundercloud nearly a hundred meters wide in just a few blinks.
What shocked everyone even more was that the newly formed thundercloud had two distinct colors—blue and silver!
"Two-colored thundercloud?!"
The sight of the dual-colored thundercloud in the sky sent the entire plaza into a frenzy.
For many present, this was their first time witnessing such a phenomenon.
On the high platform, Elder Bing and the others gazed at the dual-colored thundercloud with grim expressions.
"Damn it! Qiu Yuanqiao has actually refined an eighth-grade weapon and triggered a dual-colored thundercloud," Master Yun Kong cursed. An eighth-grade weapon was an achievement none of them had ever reached.
Now, this eighth-grade weapon was created by a traitor of the Weapon Alliance and a member of the Pill Tower, effectively sealing the competition's outcome.
It was clear that the Weapon Alliance and the entire weapon-forging profession were on the brink of becoming the continent's laughingstock.
"Don't rush to conclusions. The competition isn't over yet," Elder Bing suddenly remarked, his gaze fixed on the quiet youth in the corner of a stone platform.
"Oh? Elder Bing, are you referring to your new disciple, Xiao Huohuo?" Cai Ya and the others turned their attention to the youth still tending to his furnace. They frowned.
To them, Mo Yu, who remained motionless, seemed less like someone forging a high-tier weapon and more like someone who had fallen asleep.
Relying on him to defeat Qiu Yuanqiao, who had forged an eighth-grade weapon, seemed like nothing more than wishful thinking.
"Sigh… Let's hope for a miracle," Elder Bing, who knew Mo Yu's true identity, murmured with a doubtful sigh.
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