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

Laura along with the rest gazed at Zhao Hai with deep concern. He sat cross-legged beneath the Hundred Spirit Tree, completely motionless, his presence tightly contained. Yet, his spiritual force surged wildly. Actually, this unrest stemmed from Laura and her companions, who had misjudged the intensity of the refining procedure.

Even though Laura and the group had run through numerous calculations and pondered the bronze figures' evolution, they never anticipated the issue that arose once the blood lotus took in the yin spirits from the bronze men and gained better command over them. The trouble hit during the second phase of refining. It demanded immense mental strength to inscribe the yin-yang Lightning Pool and heaven and earth runes onto the bronze men while integrating the blood lotus simultaneously. To manage this, Zhao Hai had to suppress his entire energy and direct it toward mastering his spiritual power. Success here would grant him a life-bound dharmic artifact akin to the blood lotus, becoming an extension of himself. Failure, however, could damage his spiritual power severely. He might not fall to demonic possession or lose his mind entirely, but recovery would drag on for ages. Worse, it could inflict lasting inner wounds, ruining him completely.

This marked just the second stage of artifact forging. Countless hurdles awaited ahead. Without conquering every one, their efforts would crumble into failure. Now, Laura and the others sank into profound regret. They had chased ultimate perfection and might relentlessly, yet overlooked how perilous the refining could truly be.

None of these—heaven and earth talismans, yin-yang Thunder Pond, or blood lotus—were commonplace items. Controlling even one lay beyond most people's grasp, let alone merging them all. Combining such potent elements in refinement carried immense risk.

Three full days had passed with Zhao Hai seated there unmoving. For those three days, his eyes remained shut. The bronze statue had melted into a swirling mass of bronze fluid, hovering before him. It bubbled relentlessly, mimicking heated water. This odd display had persisted throughout the entire time.

Suddenly, a sharp blast rang out. The bronze fluid ball appeared to burst apart. A flicker of agony crossed Zhao Hai's features, vanishing almost instantly. The fluid gradually calmed, with fewer bubbles rising.

Right then, unripe hundred spirit fruits from the sky, leftover hundred spirit fruits kept in the space, natural energy crystals, and prime materials from the space all hurtled toward the bronze mass. They plunged straight into it, yet curiously, the mass didn't expand in size.

Following repeated enhancements, every hundred spirit fruit had evolved into a hundred spirit fruit star. Still, upon contact with the bronze fluid, these stars vanished without a trace, as if utterly consumed.

Laura and her group, witnessing this, felt no alarm—only joy. They understood precisely what it signified. Zhao Hai had seized full command of the process. He was advancing to the subsequent phase. This was the third step: incorporating various materials and fusing them to maximize their potential. The final phase involved etching every rune—a crucial and challenging endeavor.

While Laura and the others celebrated inwardly, Zhao Hai abruptly released the Yin Wind Ghost Flag, the black flexible sword, and the Killing God Blade. These three artifacts clearly hailed from the infernal realms. Upon emergence, they dove directly into the liquid bronze.

This sight left Laura and the rest dumbfounded. They couldn't fathom Zhao Hai's intent. The God-Slaying Saber and Yin Wind Ghost Flag ranked as supreme artifacts. Their initial scheme involved the Yin Wind Ghost Flag and black flexible sword transforming into bronze figures. They hadn't planned for the God-Slaying Saber at all. So why was Zhao Hai incorporating these three? All now merged into the bronze liquid.

As confusion gripped them, a droplet of blood seeped from Zhao Hai's fingertip and merged with the liquid bronze. The instant it touched, the bronze began to churn violently once more. Simultaneously, a crimson hue spread across the liquid, lending it a fiercer, more eerie appearance. Boundless killing intent, death Qi, and Yin Qi burst forth from it, amplifying its menacing aura.

Anxiety deepened for Laura and her companions. They clustered around Zhao Hai protectively. Though not overwhelmingly powerful, they held considerable strength. Long years of cultivation within the realm had forged a tight bond with it. Multiple realm upgrades had boosted them greatly. Thus, they stood formidable now. Zhao Hai's peril weighed heavily on them. Should disaster strike him, they stood ready to aid instantly—even shielding him from a spiritual backlash without a second thought.

Mental force wielded tremendous might. Intercepting such an assault for Zhao Hai would doom them. Death might elude them, but mental ruin would not. Despite this, they embraced the risk willingly. They'd endure harm themselves before letting Zhao Hai suffer.

Thankfully, conditions didn't deteriorate further. The boiling bronze mass persisted without erupting. Gradually, it settled into stability. The reddish tint faded away. The fluid's shade deepened into somber tones, evoking a weighty presence.

Next, intricate golden patterns materialized across the liquid sphere. These markings resembled spreading vines, extending outward. Before long, they enveloped the whole mass, transforming it into a gleaming golden orb.

Immediately following, the golden orb twisted and reshaped itself—into a human form, a vessel, a carriage, a banner, a blade, a sword, even a palm. Ultimately, it settled as a lotus bloom, its petals etched with elaborate designs resembling full runes. At the flower's heart lay a tiny yin-yang fish, spinning ceaselessly. Hovering above the whirling fish, serpentine lightning danced. It mimicked a pistil crafted from electric arcs, radiating a perilously alluring charm.

The lotus then faded gradually, and the golden sphere halted its motions. In the end, the orb molded into a boat's form. It resembled a modest black-awning boat. At its prow stood a large flag bearing a skull emblem. The dark banner contrasted starkly with the pale skull, exuding an uncanny, grave vibe.

Zhao Hai's eyes fluttered open at last. He caught the anxious looks on Laura and the others' faces right away. A brief surprise crossed his mind before he grinned and spoke, “What’s the matter? You all seem worried.” Zhao Hai knew well that the unexpected shifts had alarmed them. But now, the ordeal had concluded.

Tears welled in Laura and the others' eyes. Laura blurted to Zhao Hai, “I’m sorry, Brother Hai. It’s our mistake. We never imagined it’d be this risky. If we had, we wouldn’t have let you proceed. We won’t allow it again.” She gazed at him with remorse. The rest mirrored her guilt.

Seeing their faces, Zhao Hai couldn't hold back a chuckle. He extended his arms, pulling Laura close first. Then he drew the others in for embraces one after another. Smiling, he said, “Come on, what’s there to fret over? Don’t you believe in me? With my power level now, harming me isn’t simple. Remember, I’m within the space, so safety’s assured. Your strategy was flawless, particularly that final twist. Without the blood lotus, success would’ve been impossible relying solely on the bronze statue’s soul. That soul would’ve shattered under the overwhelming energy without the lotus’s aid.” He paused briefly. “Don’t worry anymore. This round succeeded. I’ve truly benefited immensely, especially from those last three artifacts added. The resulting tool boasts even more transformations now. It harnesses the Yin Wind Ghost Flag’s ghostly power and the God-Slaying Saber’s lethal force together. In essence, it fully draws in the Bloody Massacre Sect’s death essence and slaughter aura. Perfection achieved.”

Zhao Hai’s reassurance eased Laura and the group’s tension. She regarded him and asked, “Brother Hai, what’s this magic tool’s might like? Can we see it?” The others nodded eagerly, curiosity burning about its capabilities.

Zhao Hai grinned. “Of course, let’s check it out. For this creation, we drew from endless space resources. Besides me, few could gather such abundance.” With a casual flick, the petite black-awning boat dropped into his grasp. Another wave sent it to the ground, where it expanded swiftly. Soon, it reached standard black-awning boat dimensions—roughly ten meters in length and two wide. Yet, its low height forced entrants to stoop. For a vessel, it seemed remarkably compact.

That said, the boat’s hue captivated instantly: a rich bronze tone. It absorbed light rather than reflecting it, appearing profound and solid. An ageless allure clung to it. Ornate designs adorned its hull, enhancing its elegance. Laura and the others took to it immediately. This compact craft perfectly matched their tastes.