Duan Hong looked at the forge in front of him, tears uncontrollably sliding from the corner of his mouth.

The forge was entirely dark gold, its body covered with tortoise shell-like cracks, with lava-like crimson patterns flowing through the fissures.

At the tripod's base, a bronze Auspicious Dragon coiled, its mouth exhaling blood-red sacred flames from the earth's core.

The most astonishing part was the inner wall of the furnace, where countless phantom images of weapons swirled. Each time the fire leaped, it seemed as though countless ancient divine weapons were humming and trembling within!