Heaven's White Crane

"Master Ouyang, please smith a divine weapon for me!"
"Master Ouyang, you're the only person who can forge a weapon with seven attributes. Please make my dream come true!"
"Master Ouyang, could you..."
"Ouyang my *ss! My surname is Ou!"
Ou Yangming was an orphan who was adopted by a reputable old blacksmith from a military camp. After working as a helper under the old man for years, he was given a chance to acquire the Military Fire—a trait allowing him to smith and restore equipment with the Military Fire produced from his hands.
Gifted with mental power, Ou Yangming controlled his Military Fire unusually well and was also strangely talented in martial arts. On top of it, he could also attach Unique Attributes into weapons with a hundred-percent success rate. Those who belittled Ou Yangming because of his background and age eventually honored him so much that they would do anything to get their hands on his equipment.
Little did Ou Yangming know that as he slowly unfolded the mysteries of the Military Fire and his mental power, he was advancing step by step on the immortal path to Heaven!

Immortal Path to Heaven

There was an unforeseen change in the Thunderbolt Tribulation.

The Thunderbolt Tribulation in the sky had become even more violent because of Ou Yangming's attack. Purple lights flickered in the clouds, and countless bolts of lightning intertwined together, making crackling sounds.

"How could this be? Did something go wrong?"

"Wasn't it blocked? How could the Thunderbolt Tribulation become so violent?"

Before everyone could think, a suffocating feeling pressed down heavily on their hearts. The aura in the thundercloud made them panic.

Even the 10,000 Beasts Venerable One was terrified. He was right beside the range of the tribulation and could feel the terror of the lightning even more clearly.

A ray of light suddenly flashed through the dark cloud, and a shooting star seemed to have appeared in the black sky.

Once again, a thunderbolt descended. The purple lightning was like a horned dragon, roaring ferociously as it flew downward.

A Small City in the Spiritual Realm