Chapter 934: Chapter 384: Taking Shape
Under intense spiritual concentration, seven days passed in a flash.
Above the volcano on Navarin Island, this special casting approached its final step.
Below the wide mountain mouth, the originally intense heat had faded without notice.
Even the boiling magma had solidified, leaving behind large patches of dark rocks interwoven with patterns.
Over the past several days, to supply energy to the Hell Demon Fire, Hers’s will had delved deep into the earth’s veins, causing the volcano’s energy to be continuously extracted by man.
This volcano, blessed by the God of Craftsmanship, indeed contained substantial fla energy, which aided the entire smithing process.
However, the energy required for lting the Divine Artifact was ultimately too enormous. After this event, even if the smithing were to end, it would likely remain dormant, with no possibility of eruption for thousands of years.
Mid-air, spiritual energy converged at one point.
Looking at the fluctuating Void Furnace, Hers, though weary, could not hide his excitent.
The furnace was not a physical entity but a construct evolved from Hell Demon Fire.
Inside it was the hard-earned crystallization of Hers’s efforts.
“Is this smithing?”
“No, this is not smithing at all.”
“This is rely integration, harmonization, and extraction. It is not transformation, nor is it exchange or sublimation.”
“The only reason I can succeed today is that the materials for achieving it are too unique… Of course, it is precisely because of this that it has succeeded beyond my expectations.”
The power of the Demon Fire was nearing its end, the flas originating from the Lord of Hell began to gradually extinguish.
Without external forces, this Divine Fire could have endured for ten thousand years unspoiled, but under Hers’s intense usage, it had been depleted early on in collisions where it repelled those materials.
However, sensing the condition of the furnace, Hers’s face showed no concern, as it was intentional.
As the founder of the Chaos alchemy system, he knew exactly how long the Hell Demon Fire could be used.
Yet for this last step, Hers did not want to complete it with soone else’s power.
The Alchemy Constructs he forged with his own hands could only belong to him.
Hiss—
Silently, a transparent fla suddenly ignited in front of Hers in the void.
There was no audible sound; what seed like the sound of burning was just a ntal illusion.
His complexion turned pale instantly, but the Great Alchemist’s spirit grew even more excited.
This was the Soulfire, a fla ignited by the burning of one’s own spirit.
As a forr deity of the Fantasy World, Hers’s own spirit was precisely the only ‘near-God’ aspect of him at this mont.
Under his control, the illusory Spiritual Fire collapsed in an instant, then enveloped the outer wall of the furnace.
Gradually, the furnace body composed of Demon Fire faded bit by bit, replaced by invisible tongues of fire.
Through the distorted space at high temperatures, Hers could vaguely see the situation inside.
A silvery-white liquid clumped together in the air, rolling like blood.
Threads of black material were wrapped inside it, constantly jostling left and right, but no matter how it struggled, it could not break free.
With a sharp gaze, the pain of ignited spirit reminded Hers, and watching this scene, the Great Alchemist slashed his own wrist.
Bright red blood flowed into the flas, burning together the spirits and flesh from both the real and Fantasy Worlds.
Vaguely, within the intertwining flas, Hers seed to see a human face.
Lachesis seed to be questioning him, asking why he betrayed her kindness towards him and instead raised his hand against the Goddess.
“…To defy fate… does that need a reason?”
“I think not.”
A faint retort, followed by a conclusion.
Stepping forward, Hers faced the illusory visage.
He did not know whether this was reality or illusion, but for him, the answer to these two didn’t differ.
“To you, erasing unstable fate needs no reason.”
“So for , it’s the sa.”
In this world, many things do not need reasons, only necessity.
Thus, under Hers’s firm resolve, the Spiritual Fire surged abruptly.
In an instant, as if many things in this mont turned into fuel for the flas.
There were Lachesis’s deceit towards Paris, Hers’s understanding of fate and laws in the Fantasy World, and so other indescribable things.
The tongues of fla ascended, darting towards the Great Alchemist’s cheeks and then gently licking his temples.
In the reflection of the firelight, Hers appeared both warm and icy cold.
Ti was unknown, but at a certain mont, he reached forward.
Hum—
“Eh?”
A hum from the depths of all things, standing beside the volcano, even Laine’s inquisitive gaze couldn’t help but shift.
In the next mont, from the void where nothing existed, chains suddenly materialized out of thin air.
The laws of the world responded to this creation—no, they responded to the birth of this Divine Artifact.
Although it had trapped the Fates, its existence itself seed to represent sothing, thus stirring the enthusiastic response of the laws.
Feeling slightly moved, watching everything unfold, a strange intuition struck.
This still unborn Divine Artifact seed to be offending the authority of the Spirit Realm—more precisely, the authority that the Spirit Realm had obtained from Chaos.
The corresponding powers were trembling slightly, as if responding to the birth of this Divine Artifact.
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