Usually, Quan Yi's forging technique could be described as achieving miracles through brute force.
He would borrow the combo technique to completely pour his strongest power into the metal.
However, the current Quan Yi was more like testing the waters.
Huo Wu observed accurately; Quan Yi was using continuous, light strikes to probe the metal's properties.
The two small, delicate hammers seemed somewhat miniature compared to Quan Yi's large hands, but their strength was tougher than any metal.
The vibrations transmitted through the hammer handles, along with the Martial Soul's keen perception of the metal's aura, allowed Quan Yi to have a deeper understanding of the metal before him.
Vibration perception and metal aura perception were abilities that Quan Yi did not possess two months ago.
They gave Quan Yi a different perspective to feel the metal.
Quan Yi was not anxious; he still gently tapped the metal slowly, taking enough time to fully understand the Black Iron.
After a quarter of an hour, Quan Yi had a thorough understanding of the metal's veins and patterns.
At that moment, Quan Yi's eyes narrowed, and he raised his right hand high.
"Clang!"
An extremely heavy booming sound echoed through the forest.
The bulging Black Iron directly collapsed a large piece, but this was just the beginning.
The moment the right hammer was knocked away, the left hammer followed closely.
"Clang, clang, clang..."
The dull sound of the heavy hammer played a more exciting score.
Under the rapid but rhythmic hammering, the Black Iron collapsed inward at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the metal itself began to release its own light. More importantly, the patterns on the surface of the Black Iron became finer and more regular.
It was as if it had been through layers of underground rock formations over a long period of time.
In the sunlight, Quan Yi's shadow gradually became manic, but each hammer strike did not deviate in the slightest.
The force of the hammer strikes began to become greater and greater, but the dull booming sound became crisper instead.
After only twenty heavy hammer strikes, the Black Iron, which had shrunk by one-third in volume, suddenly made a cheerful sound, followed by a burst of five-foot black light.
Such a distinct anomaly could be said to be unprecedented.
Moreover, more importantly, throughout the entire process, Quan Yi did not input Soul Power into the metal. He completely relied on his strength and understanding of the metal to stimulate its own spirituality.
Previously, the Soul Guidance Metals that Quan Yi forged all possessed fire attribute characteristics. This was because Quan Yi infused his own Ultimate Fire Soul Power during forging.
However, Quan Yi's method was a clever shortcut. Although it enhanced Quan Yi's connection with the metal, it would, on the other hand, erase the metal's own characteristics.
As proof, after Quan Yi completed the sublimation of the metal before, its surface did not produce such a distinct metallic luster.
In this sense, Quan Yi's understanding of forging had undoubtedly risen to a new level.
When the Black Iron's light began to dissipate, the same spirituality as the Extreme Yang Dragon Knight Spear sounded within the metal, but this spirituality was still extremely weak.
At this moment, Xiao Jin, hidden in the left hammer, burst out with a crisp dragon roar.
This sound was not on the physical level, but on the spiritual level.
When Xiao Jin's mental fluctuations swept over the Black Iron, Quan Yi could feel the spirituality hidden inside the Black Iron beginning to become active.
Seeing this, Quan Yi raised his left hammer again. Along with a stronger hammer strike, Quan Yi input Metal Attribute Soul Power, amplified by 200%, into the Black Iron.
It was as if chicken blood had been injected into the Black Iron, instantly increasing the internal spirituality by a large margin.
Regarding this, Huo Wu, who was standing aside, saw it even more clearly than Quan Yi.
At some point, Huo Wu's pupils turned golden-red, and a phoenix phantom flashed in her eyes.
Huo Wu, who had activated the Holy Spirit Vision, could clearly see a faint light of the soul being born inside the metal.
This light was extremely small. Compared to the human soul, it was at most a spark of spiritual light, and it had not even taken shape.
However, when Quan Yi's Soul Power was injected into the interior, the spark of spiritual light obviously spread a little and the light became a bit brighter.
Quan Yi could feel the joy and cheerfulness inside the Black Iron.
He couldn't help but speed up the hammering in his hand. However, Quan Yi's hammering did not become chaotic and disordered because of the acceleration. While injecting Soul Power, he was still smoothing out its texture along the metal's original veins.
However, after the spiritual light erupted, the strength of the Black Iron obviously increased by a level, which allowed Quan Yi to slightly increase his strength.
Through hammering and the infusion of Soul Power, Quan Yi constantly maintained communication with the Black Iron.
Unconsciously, the number of hammer strikes increased from twenty to a thousand.
In the Holy Spirit Vision, the spirituality within the Black Iron seemed to have reached a critical point.
Huo Wu was extremely surprised in her heart. She thought to herself, "Am I witnessing the birth of a living being?"
Quan Yi had no time to take care of other things at this time. His mind was completely immersed in the Black Iron. At this point, even without Xiao Jin's guidance, he had achieved in-depth communication with the spirituality of the Black Iron.
However, on the verge of this final step, the Black Iron showed a trace of timidity, and hesitated to cross this final step.
Regarding this, Quan Yi did not show a trace of anxiety. Relying on his own extremely large spiritual power and Soul Power reserves, he had been maintaining a certain output, maintaining smooth communication with the spirituality.
For this last step, the number of hammer strikes gradually accumulated to five thousand. The energy and mental effort that Quan Yi poured in during this period also reached an extremely terrifying level.
The volume of the Black Iron was directly reduced to a quarter of its original size, and the surface of the metal was covered with extremely orderly patterns. On top of the deep black, it was stained with a touch of dark gold fluorescence.
As the saying goes, quantitative change leads to qualitative change.
The degree of joy of the spirituality undoubtedly reached its peak at this step. When the five thousand and first hammer fell, that trace of timidity was completely covered by extreme joy.
The spirituality also completed its transformation at this moment.
"Boom—"
As the last hammer fell, a dark golden beam of light erupted from the Black Iron. At this moment, Quan Yi quickly changed the small hammer in his hand into a sharp blade, cut open his palm, and dripped blood on the Black Iron.
The bright blood dripped on the hot Black Iron, and began to sizzle. At the same time, the blood quickly integrated into the interior of the Black Iron.
When the beam of light dissipated, the Black Iron once again revealed its dark body.
Feeling the vigorous life aura inside the Black Iron, the corners of Quan Yi's mouth finally curved into a happy arc.
Quan Yi stretched out his unbleeding palm and gently stroked the dark Black Iron. At the moment of touching, Quan Yi felt a close connection of blood.
Just as Quan Yi was thinking about picking up the Black Iron to observe its characteristics more carefully, the Black Iron placed in his palm suddenly turned into a black light and merged into Quan Yi's body.
"Huh? What's going on?"
Quan Yi looked at his empty palm and instinctively swung his arm.
