Chapter 82: Jiang Chen, If You Don't Try Harder, the Snow Empress Will Get Angry!
"Jiang Chen, use more force!"
"I can't—hold on much longer! No, it's going to come out!"
"Don't you dare!"
On the massive bed, the Snow Empress bit her lip, her delicate face flushed pink as her hands pressed tightly against the Ice God's Pearl.
Don't overthink it.
She was channeling and sensing the Ice Dragon King's power. Though she was the embodiment of ice and snow, purer even than the Ice Dragon King in essence, her power level was nowhere near that of a divine king.
To safely extract that power, Jiang Chen had to simulate the Dragon God's bloodline to suppress the remains. Otherwise, if they touched the Ice Dragon King's reverse scale by accident and provoked it, both of them would be annihilated instantly.
No one could afford to trifly offend a Dragon King's might—dead or alive.
Even super-gods, the rulers of the Ten Great Dragon Planets, had to bow respectfully before the dragon tombs.
To the Ice Dragon King, even a million-year soul beast or an embodiment like the Snow Empress was barely an insect.
Three blacksmith masters—the divine craftsman and two saint craftsmen—had done their best. They could work with rare heavenly treasures, but when it came to the Ice God's Pearl, they could do nothing.
The Dragon King's power couldn't be handled by craftsmen—it required gods.
Jiang Chen had no choice but to let them forge a weapon around the pearl, leaving a cavity to house it safely.
"That's easy for you to say!"
On the other side of the bed, Jiang Chen gripped the Golden Dragon Spear and Silver Dragon Spear in each hand, merging the two to project the Dragon God's aura, forcing the Ice Dragon King's will down.
But it was draining him quickly. His arms trembled; his strength was fading.
"Give me... a bit more time..."
The Snow Empress pressed through the pain, her body trembling under the Dragon King's pressure as she tried to extract a thread of its power.
If she couldn't control the Ice Dragon King, she would become it. Like the dragons of Sky Dragon Star who merged with their tombs' essence, she sought fusion instead of dominance.
As the incarnation of ice, her adaptability was extraordinary. She had already taken human form—what harm was there in becoming a half-dragon ice being now?
But Jiang Chen was done. He collapsed onto the bed, completely spent.
"You—!"
The Snow Empress's fury flared. She raised her foot and stomped him in the face, sending him tumbling off the bed.
"Come on, Sister, I help you with all my might, and you repay me like this?" Jiang Chen muttered, rubbing his bruised side as he crawled back up.
The Snow Empress glared. She had been this close to success—just a tiny bit more and she could've extracted the Ice Dragon King's essence.
Now it was ruined.
"Useless trash! Can't even last three minutes?!"
Jiang Chen stared wordlessly.
If this were about destroying the Ice Dragon King's corpse, fine—but controlling it through the Golden and Silver Dragon Spears?
Only a true bloodline holder could wield them. Anyone else trying would be devoured by the dragon force itself.
"Let's do it again!"
The Snow Empress refused to give up. As the Ice Sky Snow Maiden, she had her pride—she would not lose, not even to a dead Dragon King.
"Not happening. I've got nothing left."
Jiang Chen flopped face-first onto the bed, too drained to move.
"Get up!"
"No."
"I said get up!"
"No!"
"Are you getting up or not?"
Of all things, the Snow Empress despised giving up halfway. They had been mere moments away from success. She was sure that another try would work.
Seeing Jiang Chen lying there like a dead dog made her blood boil. If he had just lasted another thirty seconds, they'd have done it!
"Up!"
The Snow Empress marched forward, sat down on Jiang Chen's torso, and grabbed him by the throat.
"Get up. Hold it together, understand?"
Jiang Chen shook his head.
"I don't understand!"
"You—!"
BOOM!
At that moment, clouds gathered over the Clear Sky Sect. Heavenly lightning rolled.
Although Zhen Hua had sworn he wouldn't attempt Heavenly Forging this time, with such divine materials before him, it was impossible to resist the call.
On the sect's grand plaza, hundreds of blacksmiths stood in formation. Before each of them was a furnace and an anvil.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Over a hundred blacksmiths—wielders of the Clear Sky Hammer—struck in rhythm, unleashing the sect's signature technique: the Chaotic Cloak Hammer Method.
The air clanged with overlapping echoes of metal.
Hundred Refinements—Purification! Fusion Forging!
Thousand Refinements—Purification! Spirit Refining!
Each craftsman handled a portion of the process, passing semi-finished pieces upward to Sect Master Tang Xiaotian and Bear Lord.
Saint Craftsmen—Soul Forging!
The entire sect had mobilized for this—the Clear Sky Sect's full might.
The plaza was cloaked in biting frost. Ten Title Douluo elders formed a barrier, warding off the deadly cold from the disciples below.
Even so, the forging was excruciating.
At the center of the plaza, one man stood high above the others—Divine Craftsman Zhen Hua.
He caught the semi-forged soul metal in midair, raised his mighty hammer, and shouted, "Come forth, Thousand-Iron Xuanji Bird!"
Behind him, soul rings blazed to life—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red!
The final ten-thousand-year ring shone with power, followed by an ear-splitting metallic screech.
His ten-thousand-year soul spirit—the Thousand-Machine Xuan Iron Bird.
Its body was entirely metallic, a soul spirit artificially crafted by the Spirit Pagoda. Originally only of the ten-thousand-year level, it had been gifted to Zhen Hua as a forging aid due to its unique ability to manipulate metal.
Through countless Heavenly Forging tribulations, Zhen Hua had tempered it alongside himself, elevating it to a hundred-thousand-year soul spirit—the first artificially evolved 100,000-year soul spirit in Spirit Pagoda history.
The Pagoda itself had yet to replicate this feat, likely because it was tied to Heavenly Tribulation.
At Zhen Hua's command, the soul-forged metal rose into the air. The Thousand-Iron Xuanji Bird manipulated it like a shapeshifting cube, twisting and refining the internal lattice.
Then, in a flash, it swallowed the metal whole. Its body began contorting, folding into a solid cube that crashed heavily onto the forge before Zhen Hua.
Lifting his hammer, he struck.
One strike—Fusion Forging.
One strike—Thousand Refinement.
One strike—Spirit Refining.
One strike—Soul Refining!
This was Zhen Hua's new method—by merging his craft with the Xuanji Bird's power to shape and become living metal, he could repeatedly reforge the same item.
He called it the Cycle Forging Technique.
Imagine: a Heavenly Forge merged with the Xuanji Bird, turned into new metal, and reforged again—creating a second, third, even hundredth Heavenly Forge.
Endlessly reforging would imbue the creation with traces of divinity itself.
He had only reached Double Heavenly Forging in his lifetime—barely surviving two rounds of tribulation.
A third would mean instant death.
Now, hammer in hand, Zhen Hua's expression was steadfast as the thunder grew louder above him, the tribulation cloud nearly solid.
"Cycle Forging Technique!" he roared.
(END CHAPTER)
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