Living In Another World With A Farm Chapter 8510 8510: Refining (1)

Laura along with the rest gazed anxiously at Zhao Hai. He sat cross-legged beneath the Hundred Spirit Tree, completely motionless, his aura tightly suppressed. Yet, his spiritual force churned intensely. Truth be told, this stemmed from Laura and her companions' miscalculation of the refining procedure's demands.

Even after Laura and the group performed numerous calculations and contemplated the bronze men's alterations, they failed to anticipate that once the blood lotus drew in the yin spirits from the bronze men for improved dominance, complications would strike during the refinement's second stage. This stage called for tremendous mental strength to etch the yin-yang Lightning Pool and the heaven and earth runes onto the bronze men while integrating the blood lotus concurrently. As a result, Zhao Hai had to restrain his full might and direct it toward managing his spiritual force. Triumph in this would yield a life-bound dharmic artifact much like the blood lotus, functioning as an extension of his very being. Defeat, though, would harm his spiritual force. He might evade possession by the devil or turning into an idiot, but restoration would demand a prolonged period, possibly leaving persistent internal damages that could utterly ruin him.

This marked merely the second phase of artifact forging. Numerous challenges lay ahead. Without surmounting every one, their forging effort would collapse. Now steeped in profound regret, Laura and the others berated themselves deeply. They had chased flawless power relentlessly, yet overlooked how perilous the forging truly was.

Be they the heaven and earth talismans, the yin-yang Thunder Pond, or the blood lotus, none qualified as commonplace items. Ordinary folks couldn't possibly manage them, much less forge them in unison. Combining these three elements posed excessive peril.

For three full days, Zhao Hai remained seated there. His eyes stayed shut throughout. The bronze statue had morphed into a sphere of molten bronze, hovering before him. It bubbled relentlessly, akin to simmering water. Such a state had persisted across those three days.

Suddenly, a burst echoed. The molten bronze sphere appeared to detonate. A flicker of agony crossed Zhao Hai's features, vanishing swiftly. The azure liquid then gradually calmed, with fewer bubbles surfacing.

Right then, the airborne uninhabited hundred spirit fruits, superfluous hundred spirit fruits kept in the interspace, natural energy crystals, and elite materials from the interspace all surged wildly toward the bronze mass. They plunged straight into the molten bronze, yet oddly, the mass didn't expand.

Following multiple enhancements, every hundred spirit fruit had evolved into a hundred spirit fruit star. But upon entering the azure liquid, these stars vanished seamlessly, showing no resistance whatsoever.

Witnessing this, Laura and her group felt joy rather than alarm. They understood precisely what it signified. Zhao Hai had seized total command of the process. He was advancing to the subsequent phase. This constituted the third stage: incorporating diverse materials and fusing them to maximize their potential. The final stage involved inscribing all runes, the pivotal and toughest part.

Even as Laura and the others celebrated inwardly, Zhao Hai abruptly unleashed the Yin Wind Ghost Flag, the black flexible sword, and the Killing God Blade. These three artifacts clearly originated from hell. Upon release, they dove immediately into the liquid bronze.

This sight left Laura and the group dumbfounded. They couldn't fathom Zhao Hai's intent. Both the God-slaying Saber and the Cold Wind Ghost Flag ranked as supreme artifacts. Their initial scheme involved deploying the Cold Wind Ghost Flag and black flexible sword for the bronze statues. The God-slaying Saber lay beyond even that. So why was Zhao Hai employing these three artifacts now? All had been swallowed by the liquid bronze.

While they puzzled over it, a droplet of blood abruptly emerged from Zhao Hai's finger and merged into the liquid bronze. The instant the blood joined, the liquid bronze resumed its furious boil. Simultaneously, a crimson hue streaked across the liquid bronze, rendering it more eerie and fearsome. Boundless killing intent, death Qi, and Yin Qi abruptly radiated from the liquid bronze, amplifying its dreadfulness.

Growing even more anxious, Laura and the others encircled Zhao Hai. Though not overwhelmingly mighty, they possessed considerable strength. Long-term cultivation within the realm had forged a tight bond with it. They had reaped substantial gains from the realm's repeated upgrades. Consequently, their power now stood formidable. Their concern for Zhao Hai intensified. Should calamity befall him, they stood ready to aid instantly. They'd block a mental backlash for him without a second thought.

Mental force wielded immense potency. Shielding Zhao Hai from such an assault would doom them. Even surviving, they'd suffer brain death. Despite this, they embraced the sacrifice. They'd endure wounds themselves to spare Zhao Hai any harm.

Fortune held, however; conditions didn't deteriorate. The bronze mass continued boiling, yet it avoided explosion. Gradually, it steadied. Meanwhile, the crimson tint faded. The bronze mass darkened, its somber shade evoking profound weightiness.

Next, myriad enigmatic golden motifs gradually surfaced on the liquid sphere. These motifs resembled spreading vines. Before long, the golden patterns enveloped the whole sphere, transforming it into a gleaming golden orb.

Immediately following, the golden orb rolled ceaselessly, shifting forms—human, vessel, carriage, banner, blade, sword, and even a palm. Ultimately, it assumed a lotus bloom, its petals adorned with intricate designs resembling full runes. At the lotus core swirled a diminutive yin-yang fish. Over the spinning fish danced countless electric serpents, forming a pistil of lightning that exuded perilous allure.

Subsequently, the lotus faded away, and the golden orb halted its motion. At last, the golden orb reshaped into a boat. It resembled a modest black-awning boat. Yet, atop its prow stood a large flag bearing a skull. The jet-black flag paired with the pale skull created an unmistakably bizarre and grave presence.

Finally, Zhao Hai's eyes fluttered open. He instantly caught the anxious looks on Laura and the others' faces. Momentarily taken aback, he grinned and remarked, “What’s wrong? Are you worried?” Zhao Hai fully grasped that the unexpected developments had alarmed Laura and her companions. But now, the ordeal had concluded.

Laura and the group's eyes brimmed with tears. Laura even told Zhao Hai, “I’m sorry, Brother Hai. It’s our fault. We didn’t realize it would be so risky. Otherwise, we never would have let you proceed with the refining. We won’t allow it again.” She finished, gazing at Zhao Hai with remorse. The others mirrored her sentiment.

Observing their faces, Zhao Hai couldn't suppress a smile. He extended his arms to pull Laura close. Then he summoned the others, embracing each in turn. Smiling, he said, “Come on, what’s there to fret over? Don’t you have faith in me? Given my present power, it’s tough to harm me. Remember, I’m within the medium, so I’m safe. Actually, your scheme was flawless, particularly that final twist. Without the blood lotus, relying solely on the bronze statue’s soul would have made success impossible. That soul would have dispersed under such overwhelming force without my intervention.” He paused. “Good thing it worked out. No need for concern. I’ve truly benefited this round, especially incorporating those three magical tools at the close. The artifact’s transformations have expanded greatly. It can now harness the Chilly Wind Ghost Flag’s might and the Killing God Saber’s power together. In essence, it fully absorbs the Bloody Massacre Sect’s death and murderous aura. It’s utterly ideal now.”

Upon hearing Zhao Hai, Laura and the others sighed in relief. She regarded him and asked, “Brother Hai, what’s this magic tool’s power like? Can we see it?” The rest nodded eagerly. Curiosity about this artifact’s capabilities burned within them.

Zhao Hai grinned. “Of course, let’s check it out. For this forging, we drew on endless materials from the interspace. Besides me, probably no one else could gather such resources.” With a flick of his hand, the tiny black-awning boat dropped into his grasp. Another wave sent it to the ground, where it swiftly enlarged. It settled as a standard black-awning boat, roughly ten meters in length and two wide. Yet its height forced entrants to stoop. So compact a vessel seemed diminutive indeed.

Still, the little boat’s hue proved captivating: a rich bronze tone. It absorbed light rather than reflecting it, lending a profound, weighty depth. It carried an antique charm. Elegant motifs decorated its hull, enhancing its appeal. From the start, Laura and the others adored it. This vessel perfectly matched their tastes.