Buzz...
Accompanied by a low buzzing sound that gradually subsided, the giant forge towering hundreds of meters high, engraved with countless intricate energy circuits, finally ceased operation.
The heavy gate at the furnace mouth slowly opened upwards under the dual drive of hydraulic mechanics and runes.
In an instant, the remaining particle stream inside, reaching a temperature level of millions of degrees, erupted like a long-bound furious dragon, rippling layer upon layer against the laboratory's specially crafted protective force field.
A hand as if made of jade suddenly reached out from the not yet fully dissipated chaotic flow of energy, tightly gripping the scorching edge of the furnace mouth.
Soon after, Jeming's head emerged.
Having completed his daily body forging, he wore a trace of fatigue on his face, yet more so an ease after refining.
