The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

"Stand there and don't move." Qian Hua turned to look at San Shi, his tone unwavering and unyielding.

"I'll have you bleed later, so you bleed and use your blood to help me complete the quenching."

San Shi's eyelids twitched violently, and he screamed inwardly, "Damn it! You want to bleed me, and you want me to do it myself? Are you the monster, or am I?"

"Did you understand?" Qian Hua picked up a piece of dark gray, top-grade ore and threw it into the ghostly blue flames.

But after waiting and waiting, he still didn't get the answer he wanted and completely lost patience.

He didn't want to let these trivial matters delay his progress.

Upon hearing this, San Shi quickly replied, "Understood."

Qian Hua: "When I said 'let go,' you just slashed your wrist. You didn't stop, so you kept letting go."

"If we fail because of your mistake, I'll skin you alive!"

San Shi's lips twitched: "Good heavens, I'm utterly shocked! This guy's a real devil, he's not even bothering to act anymore."

But he dared not object, and could only grit his teeth and nod: "Yes, Master."

A ghostly blue flame shot into the air, and the temperature in the forging room began to rise rapidly.

Qian Hua stared intently at the dark gray ore that was gradually melting in the forging furnace.

The first step is to establish a connection between the materials and the essence of the three stones.

This is the first step, and also the most troublesome one.

Qian Hua frowned sharply.

An invisible wave pierced out from between his eyebrows and rushed directly into the furnace.

The once lifeless liquid minerals began to boil violently the moment they came into contact with mental energy.

Two completely different energies were violently repelling each other in the confined space.

"Bleed him!" Qian Hua shouted sternly.

San Shi was prepared. He slashed his right wrist hard with his left hand, and a dark red jet of blood shot straight into the forging furnace.

"laugh--!"

Acrid white smoke instantly enveloped the entire workspace.

When blood comes into contact with high temperatures, it vaporizes instantly.

But what Qian Hua wanted was not a drop in temperature, but a trace of quasi-king-level activity in his blood.

He attempted to envelop his spiritual power in this vitality and then imprint it onto the cooled ore.

"Quickly!" Qian Hua gritted his teeth and pushed forward with his mental energy.

"Snapped!"

A crisp popping sound.

The nascent liquid exploded with a deafening roar, sending countless scalding fragments flying in all directions like bullets.

San Shi was so frightened that he shrank his neck, and a shard pierced through the muscle in his shoulder.

Although the wound was healing, the burning sensation made him grimace.

Failed.

The spiritual and material forces failed to mesh at the last moment.

Qian Hua didn't even glance at the scattered debris on the ground.

He expressionlessly picked up the translucent crystal next to him and threw it back into the furnace.

"The timing wasn't right. The blood went in 0.2 seconds too early, and the point of penetration of the mental energy was also off." Qian Hua muttered to himself at a very fast pace. He usually hated talking nonsense, but now, he was too lazy to even think about it in his mind and just blurted out the calculation process.

"Continue!" Qian Hua turned his head again, his eyes already bloodshot.

San Shi was stunned.

This guy's gone mad. He clearly felt Qian Hua tear off a chunk of his soul power. For anyone else, that would have been enough to turn them into idiots.

But he's about to start a second one right away!

"What are you standing there for? Get ready!"

The second round begins.

The pungent smell of blood grew stronger and stronger.

"put!"

San Shi cut open the wrist with one knife.

"stop!"

Blood flow ceases.

"Push it in! Damn it, get it in!" Qian Hua's eyes bulged, and the veins on his forehead throbbed like earthworms.

"Boom!" The crystal exploded into a cloud of blue powder, and the shockwave sent the forging table flying back half a meter.

Qian Hua was jolted back two steps, his chest heaving violently. He didn't speak, but stared intently at the ashes at the bottom of the furnace.

"It's still not right."

"The blood activity of a quasi-king level being too strong has actually absorbed my spiritual power."

"You need to control the frequency of your mental energy output, synchronizing it with the energy waveband of your blood."

The workspace was eerily quiet.

San Shi leaned against the wall, breathing heavily.

Looking into Qian Hua's bloodshot eyes, he felt a chill that was even more terrifying than when facing a king-level monster.

This thing isn't human; it's a crazy machine that feels no pain and never gets tired!

"Again," Qian Hua's voice was terribly hoarse. "You fucking come closer! Don't you have any sense at all?!"

San Shi: "..."

If he weren't afraid, he would have really wanted to retort, "It's a pity that people are poor."

The third attempt failed.

The fourth attempt failed.

the fifth time.

A layer of dark red blood scabs had accumulated on the floor of the entire work area.

San Shi's massive body was now shrunk to the size of a quail, and his right arm was covered in scratches.

Every time it heals, it has to be reopened.

"Master, I want to rest for a bit..." San Shi felt his calves spinning. If this continued, even a quasi-king would be drained dry.

"No, you don't want to." Qian Hua rejected the idea without even thinking.

"This is the last time." Qian Hua's voice had completely changed, carrying a deathly silence that said, "It's all or nothing."

"I touched that critical point, just a little bit short."

The last piece of top-grade Shadowless Steel, kept at the bottom of the box, was thrown into the furnace.

The eerie blue flames were pushed to their limit, reaching such a high temperature that even the surrounding space began to distort.

The veins between Qian Hua's eyebrows were about to burst, and he unleashed all the remaining mental energy he had.

The Shadowless Steel melted, turning into a pool of pitch-black liquid that devoured light.

"Now! Release him!" Qian Hua roared.

San Shi almost instinctively slashed his wrist, and blood shot into the darkness like a sharp arrow.

"Band locked... Synchronization!"

Qian Hua slammed his palms onto the forging table, and his immense spiritual power surged into the dark liquid like a tidal wave, following the active factors in the blood of a quasi-king.

The two forces are fiercely battling and repelling each other.

But this time, under the ultimate micro-management of the wisdom authority, the mental power was not torn apart, but rather, like mercury spilling onto the ground, it followed the path laid out by the blood and firmly gripped the molecular structure of the Shadowless Steel.

"Give it to me... okay!"

A blinding light burst forth from the furnace, illuminating the entire workshop as if it were daytime.

After the light subsided.

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

On the forging table, a dark black disc, no bigger than a palm and shaped like a compass, lay quietly.

The surface of the disc was completely devoid of reflection, as if it could swallow even one's gaze.

On this pitch-black surface, faint, dark red lines, like veins, flowed slowly, as if the thing itself were a living being.

Qian Hua stood there, his hands supporting him on the forging table, his head bowed, motionless.

San Shi swallowed hard, barely daring to breathe.

"Was it... a success?"

San Shi cried out in despair, "Almighty God, you must make it happen, or I won't survive..."