Of course, it was also possible that Wang Yi’s martial will could not increase the strength of the weapon by too much. Still, the Connate-level supreme material would certainly be forged into a Grandmaster-level weapon.
These were all possible, but they were things that Wang Yi could not completely control.
Pa!
Wang Yi suddenly clapped his hands and his temper suddenly flared up.
When it came to forging weapons, there were two options. He would either not forge a weapon at all or forge the strongest weapon.
In any case, the black wings were only spoils of war. It did not take much effort to obtain them. Even if they were wasted, there was no need to feel heartache.
Wang Yi was a decisive person. Just as he made up his mind, he had already started moving.
Boom!
Nine Suns True Qi surged out of his palm crazily, turning into a blazing sea of fire that instantly wrapped around the black wings and burned them.
No matter what method of forging a weapon he used, the first step had always been to forge the materials with fire. The impurities in the materials would be burned away, leaving only the most essential parts.
Wang Yi was not sure if the black wings formed by the Connate Phala contained any impurities, but despite that, nothing would go wrong from burning it.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
As expected…
After being constantly burned by the Nine Suns True Qi, wisps of black fog seeped out from the wings.
The black fog was instantly burned to ashes after a series of puffing sounds.
The corners of Wang Yi’s mouth could not help but curl up slightly. He did not expect that there were really impurities in these wings.
However, from the looks of it, the black fog should be the aura left behind by the Connate expert of the Yang God Race, not the impurities of the wings.
Wang Yi was not in a hurry. Nine Suns True Qi continued to gush out from his palm. He patiently controlled the power of his True Qi and continued to refine the materials.
“Roar!”
Suddenly, the black fog suddenly expanded and almost broke through the range of the Nine Suns True Qi.
In the blink of an eye, the black fog transformed into a terrifying figure with wings on its back. It let out a shrill and painful roar, and its appearance was exactly the same as Elder Sharp Wing.
However, Elder Sharp Wing’s phantom appeared and disappeared just as suddenly.
In the blazing sea of fire formed by the Nine Suns True Qi, Elder Sharp Wing’s phantom was burned to ashes without even a ripple.
All of this happened in a flash. Wang Yi was slightly stunned, but it was too late to retract his Nine Suns True Qi.
Looking at the black ashes drifting in the secret room, Wang Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he had understood something. He could not help but sigh in his heart.
As expected, none of the creatures who could enter the Connate Realm were easy to deal with. This Connate expert of the Yang God Race was indeed very ruthless and decisive.
If Wang Yi was not wrong, the black fog that had transformed into a terrifying figure should be the spiritual body of the Connate expert from the Yang God Race.
At the moment of life and death, when he tore apart the other party’s wings and severed his Connate Phala…
This Connate expert of the Yang God Race actually directly divided his spiritual body and stored more than half of his strength and will in his wings.
It had to be known that the pain of splitting one’s spiritual body was thousands of times more painful than being dismembered. It was not something ordinary people could withstand.
Now that he thought about it, had the other party fainted because his wings had been torn off and he had fallen from the Connate Realm?
Or was it because he had split his spiritual body and fainted from the pain?
That was very hard to say.
Moreover, Wang Yi could not tell why the Connate expert of the Yang God Race divided his spiritual body.
Was it because he knew that he was already doomed? As a result, he chose to fight to the death and play under the cover of darkness, storing the severed spiritual body in the black wings, hoping to be reborn in the future.
Or could it be that the other party already had the intention to die and had stored his severed spiritual body in the black wings just to give the enemy a fatal blow when they let their guard down?
No matter what the Connate expert from the Yang God Race was planning, this rang a warning bell for Wang Yi.
The Yang God Race’s methods were strange and impossible to guard against. One had to know that even a lion would use its full strength to capture a rabbit.
In the future, when he faced the Yang God Race experts again, he had to use all his strength and not let his guard down.
As Elder Sharp Wing’s phantom was burned to ashes, no more fog seeped out from the black wings.
Obviously, the power Elder Sharp Wing had stored in his black wings had been completely burned away.
When Wang Yi saw this, he immediately restrained his thoughts. Next, he had to imprint his martial will on the embryonic form of the weapon in his heart.
During the process, he must not be distracted or slack off at all. Otherwise, not only would he fail in forging, but the Forging Master would also suffer a huge backlash.
Wang Yi closed his eyes and cleared his mind of distracting thoughts. He adjusted his state of mind to its peak.
Swoosh!
Suddenly, Wang Yi opened his eyes. Rays of light flashed across his eyes, and the entire secret room became filled with cold lightning.
A faint smile appeared on Wang Yi’s lips, and his expression revealed endless confidence. At this moment, there were no distracting thoughts in his mind. His gaze and consciousness were locked onto the black wings.
Boom!
Wang Yi’s body trembled slightly as the will of the Vajra Buddha surrounded him. A faint Buddhist chant sounded in the secret chamber.
The Vajra Buddha avatar tore through the layers of space and appeared. It stood behind Wang Yi as if it had entered a meditative state.
Rip!
Three peerless flying daggers surrounded by terrifying saber qi appeared from Wang Yi’s spiritual sea and stood above his head, scattering three-colored saber beams.
Wang Yi formed a fist seal with both hands. Endless golden divine light appeared on his left hand, and a three-colored saber beam surrounded his right hand. Using the fist seal as a hammer, he suddenly struck at the black wings.
At the same time, the Vajra Buddha moved in sync with the three flying daggers and struck at the black wings.
As the fist swung down, wisps of indestructible and supreme sharp intent were constantly engraved on the wings.
In fact, Wang Yi’s design for the Connate-level weapon was very simple. Since the black wings had an indestructible aura, he would brand the Indestructible Vajra Will on them and give them unparalleled defense.
Similarly, the black wings were as sharp as immortal weapons. Wang Yi imprinted the strongest offensive power of the Little Li Flying Dagger technique on them.
As Wang Yi’s punches landed, the material seemed to have finally reached the limit it could withstand. As a result, the black wings flapped crazily in the void, emitting an extremely dazzling light.
Seeing this, Wang Yi hurriedly stopped what he was doing. If he were to continue hammering, there would be no need to consider the power of the weapon. It would probably be smashed into pieces by him.
On the black wings in front of him, the phantom of the Vajra Buddha and the three colored flying daggers appeared.
He could feel the terrifying aura emanating from the black wings.
The corners of Wang Yi’s mouth curled up slightly, revealing a look of excitement and pride.
He had succeeded!
This Connate-level weapon was definitely a success.
