An Su sat alone in a gray attic. Lu Cang's Sea of Consciousness was magnificent, so vast it was hard to believe it was merely a sea of consciousness. But this immense sea also exuded a profoundly oppressive, high-ranking pressure.
A Sea of Consciousness is also a manifestation of the mind.
By seeing a person's Sea of Consciousness, one could probably get a sense of what kind of person they were.
And now, the feeling Lu Cang's Sea of Consciousness gave An Su was that he was no longer a person, but a great being who looked down upon the mortal realm and its mundane affairs.
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Forging really was a time-consuming affair.
Lu Cang normally didn't bother simulating Forging in his Future Previews.
Crafting some complex pieces of equipment could even take more than a full day, like the one he was working on now.
Under the searing heat of the Melting Sacred Flame, the metal before him rippled like water.
