The Professional Rankings, in twelve volumes, each bearing the name of my lord.

Chen Gou rolled his eyes, speechless.

"First of all, my last name isn't Doggy."

That's how the three of them found the master.

The master's name was Pro, and he did indeed live in seclusion nearby, but his dwelling was not the stone house commonly found in the dwarf kingdom.

He lived directly in the cave.

There are many caves in this area, so Hammer Nashabi didn't remember which cave Pro lived in, which is why he led Song Feng around for several days.

"You want me to forge weapons?"

Pro shook his head.

"I'm too old now, and I don't have the skills I used to have. I'd better find someone more capable."

I didn't expect to run into a wall as soon as I arrived.

Song Feng had anticipated this.

After all, it's understandable that these kinds of masters might have eccentric temperaments.

Hammer Nashabi quickly stepped forward and grabbed Pro, who was about to leave.

"Master, please don't! This man is my savior. His cultivation level is improving rapidly, and he desperately needs a suitable weapon. If he could also have a set of divine artifacts to protect him, that would be even better."

Pro sneered.

"Who doesn't need weapons? In this world of fighting and killing, who doesn't want a divine weapon to protect them?"

"Master, it's alright if you've seen through the illusions of the world. Considering that I forged iron for you for half a year and even helped you fake your identity so you could live in peace here in seclusion, please do me this favor."

Pro glanced at Song Feng and said calmly.

"Our race sacrificed the source of life, traveled to the stars, and came to Earth."

Our original intention should be to work together to resist the Celestial Race and defeat them!

My lineage has been dedicated to the study of forging techniques, all in order to acquire a host of divine weapons and artifacts to aid various races in their battles against enemies.

But what?

You take the weapons and armor we forged for you and go to fight each other, crush each other, and even within your own race, you can kill your own brothers for the throne!

You have completely forgotten what you are here to do on this planet!

Rather than let you kill each other, I'd rather retire from the world of forging and never forge again!

As the master spoke, his emotions rose, and in a fit of anger, he leaped hundreds of meters away, disappearing into the mountains in a few leaps.

Clearly, even masters have a high level of attainment, and it's not low at all.

Chen Gou looked at the dazed Hammer Na Shabi and couldn't help but laugh.

"Wanla, the master ran away! Hammer General, it seems your face isn't working very well after all."

Chen Gou successfully aroused Hammer Na Shabi's competitive spirit.

"Wait! I'm sure I can persuade the master to change his mind!"

Song Feng smiled.

"Forget it, all artifacts are the same. If the master doesn't want to forge any more, why force him?"

"I'm not forcing him, I'm persuading him to reform!"

Before Hammer-Na-Shabi could finish speaking, a figure leaped and bounded among the mountains.

The master jumped back and said to Song Feng.

"Wait a minute, what did you say your name was?"

"Song Feng."

"The recent discussion in the metaverse might be about Song Feng, the reincarnation of Song Gua, who also has the ability to create clones?"

"it's me."

Prona's wrinkled eyes, hidden by his dry, long eyebrows, were noticeably wide open. After seeing Song Feng's face clearly and taking out an instrument to check that there was no technology or ruthlessness on his face, his old eyes even shone with light.

"Are you Song Gua?"

Song Feng, unwilling to deceive this master, could only scratch his head and say.

"Yes, it's possible, but explaining this is rather complicated."

"It's alright, come to my house, we can talk slowly."

The master led the way, taking Song Feng with him.

Hammer-na-shabi stared, speechless.

Chen Gou laughed.

"I say, I feel like Song Feng's influence is much more effective than yours. It seems like all that iron you've been forging for the past six months has been for nothing."

Hammer that sand is red and warm.

In the cave where Pro lived, Song Feng explained his current situation to him.

After hearing this, Pro was completely confused.

"Has this great divination master Song been resurrected or not? Is he currently being resurrected or has he already completed his reincarnation?"

Song Feng smiled bitterly.

"We can only take it one step at a time. I will do my best to accomplish anything that I can do to help him revive."

Pro's lips trembled, and his rough hands gripped Song Feng's wrists.

"My child, you are a great person. Even knowing that resurrecting him might mean sacrificing yourself, you are still striving to move in that direction."

"He is the hope of the world... but now time is running out, and I don't know how far I can go."

"You just said that the more stone statues you absorb, the more lucid the Song Gua personality becomes when you transform into him."

I estimate that once you've absorbed all the stone statues, the Song Gua will fully return.

Moreover... at that time, your consciousness will probably be dormant forever, or even erased. Of course, to put it more optimistically, you might be assimilated by him.

After all, you were originally separate entities from the same person's consciousness.

"Yes, in any case, once the compensation from the Dwarf Kingdom is in place and the clones are armed, we'll have to travel around the world and visit those forces with stone statues."

"Child, I'll help you!"

"If we could get your help to forge a divine weapon for him, that would be the best outcome."

I remember that the Thousand Transformations he used was taken away by the next group of people who went into deep space, and they probably won't come back.

"If we could forge him another Thousand Transformations weapon, I think he'd be even more effective in battle when he emerges."

Pro laughed.

"The Thousand Transformations is a work of art! My ancestor was fortunate enough to communicate with Zhou Tak, and I still have the design drawings. As long as we have enough materials, we can definitely forge it, and we will add spiritual substances to make it a weapon for spiritual warriors!"

"Don't worry, someone will provide the materials for us. You just need to make a list."

"Child, what about you? What kind of weapon do you like?"

"I like the spear; it's like a gun, but bigger, and effective with a single shot."

"Then I'll forge one for you too."

"First, forge the Thousand Machines. If there is a surplus of materials, then forge the spear."

Pro patted Song Feng's hand with satisfaction.

"Although Song Gua's personal morality is not very good, when it comes to matters of principle, among the ten races and the entire solar system, I believe he is the most reliable one."

How heroic it was to sacrifice oneself to mend the sky!

He is already the strongest man in the solar system; surviving in space would be a piece of cake for him.

They chose the most heroic way to pave the way for all lives.

This path to resurrecting him will not be easy, my child. Let me join your team, and together we will strive to resurrect the Song hexagram.

I want you to know that you are not fighting alone.

Song Feng was deeply moved, and his impression of Pro changed drastically.

This elderly master actually carries the whole world in his heart.

His perspective is broader than that of most intelligent life on this planet.

Song Feng sent his clone, who was stationed in the capital of the Dwarf Kingdom, to communicate with Mebit and ask him to provide all the materials needed for Pro Casting.

Afterwards, the group left Pro's secluded place and arrived at the forging holy city of the dwarf kingdom.