Han Muye looked at everyone, his expression much more solemn this time.
The other blacksmiths also had serious faces, listening quietly.
Everyone knew that Han Muye's way of refining weapons had reached levels they dared not contemplate.
"It starts with beings and flourishes among them. The day when the way of refining weapons probes into the forbidden zone of beings might mark the beginning of the way of refining weapons but could also be the destruction of the entire universe," Han Muye said in a low voice, opening his mouth softly.
As for the way of refining weapons, the way of solidifying reality had reached its peak, and what came after was the way of refining the void.
He himself did not know what the result would be when he truly began to create.
The incarnations of his soul that had forged the Shepherd Star Tribe, though incredibly powerful, lacked the core that a being should possess.
Autonomous thinking.
Real beings must have their own thoughts.