The forge seemed to be smelting a myriad of mingled emotions.
"The Well is constructed from the emotions of all things," Bai Wu now had a greater understanding of this phrase.
In fact, he was even more nervous than a tyrant.
After twenty-three days, whether the first weapon could be successfully forged was also unclear to Bai Wu himself.
However, on the surface, Bai Wu still appeared very calm.
The huge furnace, like the maw of a monster, after swallowing countless emotions and raw materials... always spat out nothing worthwhile.
But this time, the furnace seemed to come alive, as if it expressed some sort of astonishment and excitement.
A dark greatsword was regurgitated by the furnace. In comparison to Alpha's replicas, this greatsword looked quite "ugly".
No gleaming reflection to dazzle the eye, the sword's edge was thick and blunt.
A weapon that has been normally smelted should be scorching hot at the moment of its completion.