"Is it over?" Ye Yixian stared at him in a daze.
Ji Wenrui smiled bitterly, "Even the Heavy Profound Forging Immortal Hamr, his natal weapon, has fallen. How can it not be over?"
Ye Yixian gazed blankly at the large hamr in the deep pit.
In Shilong Lane, there was dead silence, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
At this mont, footsteps sounded.
The three turned to see a man wearing a tiger mask approaching. Judging by his build, he was a man, perhaps very young. His long hair hung loose, giving him an ethereal and wild appearance. He wore a thin shirt fluttering in the night wind, yet his steps were extraordinarily steady and firm. His aura was completely restrained, revealing nothing of his depth, identity, or background.
The three only knew he had been playing music deep inside Shilong Lane.
They hadn't heard the lody before, although it sounded pleasant, they didn't sense any deeper aning within it and deed it an ordinary tune, so they didn't pay much attention to him.
He walked to the edge of the pit, silently watching the Heavy Profound Forging Immortal Hamr, then reached out his hand as if to grab it.
None of the three understood what he intended to do.
"What's he trying to do?" Ji Wenrui furrowed his brow.
Li Jin sneered, "Could he be trying to pick up that Heavy Profound Forging Immortal Hamr?"
By his actions, it certainly seed that way.
Ye Yixian asked, "Can't he pick it up?"
Ji Wenrui said solemnly, "The Heavy Profound Forging Immortal Hamr is a mid-grade Immortal Artifact, Chengming's natal weapon. Initially, it was a re ordinary weapon; over thousands of years, Chengming restructured and nurtured it, transforming it into an Immortal Artifact. You could say, apart from Chengming possessing the Martial God's body, no one can lift it. Even if soone could lift it, it would refuse to be used by them."
Except for the young and inexperienced Ye Yixian, Ji Wenrui and Li Jin both knew that this Heavy Profound Forging Immortal Hamr had resonated with Chengming's Martial God-like body. Now that it had slipped and fallen to the ground, it could only an Chengming's Martial God-like body had shattered.
That's why they were sure it was over.
With the Martial God-like body shattered, it ant Chengming was powerless to resist anymore and couldn't resonate the Dragon-Soothing Sound.
"Is he really going to pick it up?" Ye Yixian was amazed.
At this mont, Fan Wubing started walking down into the pit.
Ji Wenrui sighed, "Forcibly trying to pick it up will only have his body crushed by the Heavy Profound Forging Immortal Hamr. Ah, it seems he has no idea about this." He thought of giving a warning, rembering the old friendship.
However, just as he was about to speak, he saw Fan Wubing had already grasped the hamr handle with both hands, making him reluctant to witness his body being shattered.
Yet, the sound of crushing didn't co.
Ye Yixian's voice trembled, "He...he picked it up."
Ji Wenrui and Li Jin were montarily stunned. At this instant, their minds shattered a belief almost akin to an iron law.
The Heavy Profound Forging Immortal Hamr, surprisingly, was lifted by soone other than Chengming?
At this mont,
Fan Wubing was gripping the hamr handle with both hands, strenuously lifting the Heavy Profound Forging Immortal Hamr over his head.
His talent "Divine Court Hundred Soldiers" was pushed to the limit.
He felt that every inch of his body, his flesh, was bearing a weight akin to a mountain. His flesh continuously broke down and was constantly restructured under the joint effort of the "Divine Court Hundred Soldiers" and the Unwarranted Qi Creation Skill. Moreover, the restructured flesh was more adapted to the Heavy Profound Forging Immortal Hamr.
anwhile, prompts continuously flashed before his eyes,
[Life Points -100w]
[Maximum Life Points 100w]
[Life Points -100w]
[Maximum Life Points 100w]
The loss of blood was due to the pressure the Heavy Profound Forging Immortal Hamr exerted on him.
The gain in blood was also due to this pressure. He could feel that the Heavy Profound Forging Immortal Hamr did not reject him, probably due to his good relationship with Chengming. But this hamr, of a very high-grade magical artifact, required full exertion to lift, and without the "Divine Court Hundred Soldiers" talent, he probably wouldn't be able to move it at all.
His bones constantly broke and regenerated.
Struggling to bring the Heavy Profound Forging Immortal Hamr to the surface, he gasped heavily, completely ignoring the shocked expressions of the three nearby.
At this very mont, he had only one thought.
That was to strike the twelfth sound for Chengming... no!
He quickly dismissed this thought.
"I don't want to strike the twelfth sound on behalf of Master Cheng, but to strike it myself. To personally open that grand path leading to the desires of the heart."
Fan Wubing didn't care at all about the Imperial Dynasty's path or the grievances and vendettas from three hundred years ago.
From beginning to end, he did everything for the desires of the heart.
Though still just at the peak of the Nascent Soul, not having stepped into the Fetal Movent Realm, he had long determined his path.
"My heart is unmoving, my heart is clear. My way is unbounded, my way is mine alone."
"My heart is unmoving..."
He repeated this over and over again in his heart.
[Life Points -90w]
[Maximum Life Points 90w]
The loss of blood was slowing, as was the gain.
This ant the pressure Fan Wubing endured was lessening.
"Divine Court Hundred Soldiers" was increasingly adapting to the Heavy Profound Forging Immortal Hamr.
"But is it just this? How...do I strike the twelfth sound?" Fan Wubing stood there blankly, lost in confusion.
Dragon-Soothing Sound, what exactly is it?
How does one strike it?
In his mind, the reverberations of the previous eleven beats of the Dragon-Soothing Sound echoed continuously.
Dong!
Dong...
Over and over again.
What should he do?
He kept asking himself. What should he do?
He discovered the more he thought about it, the more the Dragon-Soothing Sound seed obscure and complex, increasingly elusive to comprehend.
What is this?
Fan Wubing took a deep breath, "Since you can't figure it out, just stop thinking. Let it be."
The ancient and ethereal "Rain Dragon Sky River Resonation" echoed in his mind.
The lody was lodious, stirring, gentle, fierce...
In the primal and distant ages, the vision of the Rain Dragon traversing the Celestial River erged before his eyes.
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