Graylen

"A legendary powerhouse of Tianwu Continent - Qin Chen, once fell from grace in the Martial Realm due to betrayal by a close friend. Three centuries later, he reincarnated into the body of a bullied illegitimate son of a noble prince. Utilizing his profound knowledge from his past life, he cultivated spiritual power, refined divine pills, defied the heavens, and rose to power with unstoppable force. Thus began his awe-inspiring journey to reclaim glory, a legendary odyssey that would shake the entire continent to its core."

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Martial Cultivation Realms
Human Level → Earth Level → Heaven Level → Mystic Level →Martial Ancestor → Martial Venerable → Martial King →Martial Sovereign → Martial Emperor →Mortal Saint → Earth Saint → Heavenly Saint → Saint Lord →Human Paragon → Earth Paragon → Heaven Paragon → Supreme Paragon →Transcendent Realm
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Sub Realm Progression
Quasi-[Realm] → Initial Stage → Initial Peak →Middle Stage → Middle Peak → Late Stage → Late Peak

God of War Dominates

Liang Yu's composure shattered. The truth of Qin Chen's words struck him like a thunderbolt.

"Please… share the antidote!" Liang Yu clutched Qin Chen's shoulders, desperation twisting his voice. The scene would've shocked onlookers—had the corridor not been deserted.

"Now you believe me?" Qin Chen's tone dripped irony.

"This humble one was blind!" Liang Yu forced a servile smile, though venom seethed beneath. Once I have the cure, you'll pay.

Qin Chen read his thoughts but simply said, "Follow me."

"Your forge. We're crafting something."

Though baffled, Liang Yu led the way. Spectators murmured as the renowned artificer bowed like an apprentice before a teenage boy.

The chamber brimmed with smelting crucibles, runic anvils, and racks of glowing ores. Liang Yu stared at the blueprint Qin Chen thrust into his hands—and froze.

Eighteen spiral needles, each precisely three-and-a-third inches long, adorned the parchment. Microscopic runes coiled around their tapered forms—a fractal nightmare of alchemical geometry.

"Celestial Meridian Needles…" Liang Yu's throat tightened. "This complexity surpasses third-grade artifacts! How—"

"The Darkmoon Ore you 'acquired'."

Liang Yu's face purpled. "That's pledged to Marquis Anping's son!"

Qin Chen's smile held winter. "You'll manage."

After reciting a qi circulation mantra that temporarily eased Liang Yu's agony, Qin Chen ordered: "Ignite the trueflame."

Cerulean flames engulfed the Darkmoon Ore. Yet even after the time it takes to brew tea, the stubborn material barely glowed crimson.

"Heresy!" Liang Yu spat. "That's for purifying iron!"

Cursing, Liang Yu dusted the ore. The result defied reason—the Darkmoon liquefied instantly, swirling like liquid night.

"Purge impurities!" Qin Chen snapped as Liang Yu gaped.

The boy seized a runic stylus, etching a hexagonal array across the anvil. Each stroke birthed luminous sigils that hummed with primordial truth. Liang Yu's mind reeled—this wasn't crafting. This was divine revelation.

Chapter 12: The Forging