The realization settled heavily in Lin Mu's mind.
Senior Xukong's true strength must have been far beyond what Lin Mu could currently comprehend. Even the discarded shell carried enough power to injure beings at this level.
Lin Mu steadied himself and sharpened his focus.
He could not afford to treat this lightly. The elders might endure such attacks, but endurance did not mean invulnerability. More importantly, even minor disruptions could break the rhythm of the forging process, and that was something they could not allow.
The Mountain Dwarf Elder glanced at him briefly.
"Stay alert," he said.
Lin Mu gave a slight nod.
"I will."
The process resumed.
The Dao Forge reignited, its flames rising once more as the Fireforge Elder poured his Dao Traces into it. The husk was returned to the anvil, its surface still shimmering faintly with unstable spatial energy.
The cycle began again.
Heat.
Then the hammer.
