Lin Mu placed the iron ore onto the anvil.
Then he struck.
CLANG
The sound echoed across the realm.
Under normal circumstances, the iron would have shattered. Its impurities, its unstable structure, all of it should have collapsed under the force.
It did not as Reinforce activated.
The metal held together under the Dao Skill's effect, its structure stabilized beyond its natural limits.
Lin Mu struck again.
CLANG
Hone activated this time and the surface began to change. Edges formed where none should exist. The structure compressed, sharpened, refined in a way that defied conventional logic.
Strike after strike followed.
CLANG.
CLANG.
CLANG.
The iron transformed.
Slowly, a crude shape emerged.
A sword.
If it could even be called that.
Its form was uneven, its edge inconsistent, its overall appearance closer to a rough rod than a proper blade.
Lin Mu lifted it and for now, it was enough.
Seeing that he was ready, the Dao Embryos moved.
Two of them stepped forward.
