Steelmind hadn't been lying when he said the heat was going to be strong.
The heat that enveloped the tal at the center of the formation was so strong that even standing on the edge of the room made one feel as if his hair was going to light on fire imdiately.
Being the person with the weakest cultivation base, the Alchemy God was doing everything he could not to let the heat affect him. At the sa ti, he was also adding to the fla, making it hotter.
Steelmind was the sa, doing his best not to let the fire affect him. He had more to do here than even the Alchemy God.
While the two gods were used to being around flas, the Death God was not. She was doing everything she could just to protect herself from it. At the sa ti, she poured her Death aura into the tal, not allowing the Fire aura currently within it to permanently take hold of the tal.
The formation at the center drew in the heat from the surroundings, concentrating it all back on the tal. Even as the tal started glowing red and heating up, Duskcorpse still continued.
Her body was a reservoir of Death aura that refused to dry out even as she poured much of it into the tal, and she wasn't even trying. Because the Death aura needed to be of a particular variety, she had placed most of her focus on tuning her aura.
That was taking a considerable amount of focus from her side.
Steelmind had experinted with the tal and knew how much heat it needed, but those experints had been with tiny pieces. The giant slab of tal needed so much more, which took a considerable amount of ti.
Thankfully, he didn't need to lt the tal. The only reason to lt this tal would've been if he had sothing else to add to the tal,
to change its properties or make an alloy out of it.
The tal had turned out to be fantastic enough to take in any and all tals out there while gaining their properties, even amplifying them to so degree, while retaining its own ability.
But since he didn't have to do anything of that sort right now, he just needed it to beco malleable enough so he could mold it.
There were no molds prepared, as nothing he could prepare would help him with this tal. It was entirely up to him to do this task.
The tal instantly flew into the air as Steelmind began using his technique to pull on it. The Dao of Malleability was in full effect as he began pulling on it.
It was a while before the red-hot tal finally began showing signs of becoming perfectly malleable, and at that point, Steelmind handed over the reins to control the heat to the Alchemy God while he focused on the molding.
Realizing he was given full domain over this, the Alchemy God grew even more serious, even lowering so of his own guard to increase the heat and make it easier for Steelmind.
Duskcorpse hadn't stopped for a single second on the side, still continuously pouring Death aura.
Steelmind pulled on the red tal blob, transforming its shape. From a lump of tal, it was slowly squeezed and pulled as it began to lengthen, growing thinner.
Steelmind stopped halfway through and focused on one half of the now acutely prolate tal. As he pulled on it, the shaft of the scythe appeared from it. He gave little focus to the shaft as it would be the least important part of the scythe.
The important half, the blade itself, was what Steelmind focused on
next.
He began pulling on the remaining blob of tal, flattening it while
also slowly pulling it to the side. The blade curved as it moved, still constantly being filled with Death aura.
Bit by bit, it took on the shape of the scythe. Steelmind pulled an anvil from his Soul Space, placing it to the side. At the sa ti, he
turned toward the Alchemy God.
"I'll stop the formation, but keep providing heat," he said and stopped the formation below him. The heat that was gathered there suddenly vanished, making the Alchemy God nearly overextend himself in its absence.
He caught himself and refocused his Intent on just the scythe.
Steelmind was in full focus as he pulled the newly ford red-hot scythe to the anvil. Even as he did, it was rapidly losing heat, becoming sturdy. He added his own heat once again, lifting much of the burden the Alchemy God was feeling.
A crystal hamr appeared in his hand and he began hamring the tal, slowly tempering it. While this tal didn't truly require tempering, he still did it out of habit and as a way to give the scythe its final aesthetic touches.
As he hamred away, he could feel the pain in his own soul as his Creation, the hamr, slowly took on the intense heat and was affected. He continued, however, slowly finishing the physical shape
of the scythe.
The scythe ca out to be around a ter and a half tall, with a blade that was about the sa length but curved in a crescent shape. It wasn't the most beautiful thing he had created, but given the difficulty in forming it, he could only imagine how strong it was going to be.
Once the physical form was made, he still had more to do. "More
Death aura, please!" he said. "We need to overpower the Fire aura before I can add the Qi-lines."
With the heat leaving the room, the Death God didn't have to stay far
away. This ti, she moved directly next to the red scythe, bearing what heat it gave off, and opened the floodgates to the Death aura.
Since she no longer needed to protect herself, all of her attention was now fully on transforming her Death aura into the aura that could be used, and she flooded the scythe with it.
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