No pain, no harm.

  Although it was a tangible sword embryo in terms of tactile sensation, at this moment it seemed more like a collection of some kind of soul.

  No one's soul would feel good if something that had never existed in their life was stuffed into it. An indescribable suffocating feeling wrapped around Raven's entire soul.

  As if unable to breathe.

  Although the lungs are still expanding and contracting, air is still entering and leaving normally, and the alveoli are constantly injecting oxygen into the blood.

  That suffocating feeling from his soul still made Raven unbearable.

  I really want to shout loudly and pull out the virtual sword embryo.

  There is no thunder.

  This means that all previous efforts have been in vain, and it is no longer exclusive.

  Not just acceptance, but also understanding and tolerance.

  In a daze, Raven's soul seemed to have returned to the year of Tai Chui, the war between Moon Goddess Suren and Dark Night Goddess Sha'er.

  Watching the two exquisite figures in the void using various gorgeous divine techniques and secret methods to kill each other, feeling the flesh and blood filled with moonlight and dark godly power falling drop by drop, piece by piece.

  Countless years and months passed, these spiritual flesh merged with a thread of the world's law, began to mutate, gradually, gradually forming new laws.

  It was at this time that the sword embryo in Levin's chest.

  Take this sword as Raven's child? No! Raven is not so sentimental! It is not the continuation of Raven's life. Nor is it Raven's true arm.

  If he had to hope for something, Raven hoped it would be the sharp blade in his heart. A peerless blade that could manifest at any time and place, cutting down all enemies in Raven's heart.

  "Leiwen whispered in his heart: 'You are no longer a simple weapon, you should be my reliance on becoming a god, the cornerstone of the future divine kingdom, and the ultimate killing move that will kill out a bloody path in the year of destruction. Do you feel my expectations for you?'"

  At that moment, Raven only felt the sword embryo in his body and soul rapidly dissolving, merging with his body and soul into one, no longer distinguishing between them.

  When the sword reappeared, it was no longer on Raven's chest, but in Raven's hand.

  Darak was taken aback, although Raven had given him so many good things, but Darak really didn't think Raven could make this sword embryo into a divine artifact. Because the requirements here were too high, high to the point where even gods might not be able to meet them.

  Originally, I had already made mental preparations, and if Leiyin's soul couldn't accommodate the sword embryo, I would take a step back and forge the sword embryo into an heirloom-type half-divine artifact that could be used by Leiyin's bloodline descendants. Who knew Leiyin actually succeeded?

  He forged a semi-divine artifact that still had the chance to be upgraded into an exclusive weapon that only he could use, and this half-elf young man named Raven's goal was now clear: he wanted to become an Immortal - a God!

  Darak took a deep breath of cool air: What a big ambition!

  What's even more exaggerated is that everything this kid has done since his debut has shown that his abilities match up to his ambition!

  Darak felt as if he was witnessing the rise of a new powerful deity, his throne slowly rising...

  Darak Tavor, the master smith, took the sword hilt from Raven with a most dignified posture and a most serious attitude, and once again placed it on the iron anvil.

  As if sensing that it was about to be imbued with divinity as a new power, Darak could clearly feel the excitement and anticipation emanating from the fluctuating soul waves of the scattered souls.

  "Are you ready?" Darrak said in Galactic Standard.

  The sword embryo suddenly fell silent, as if humans were calming their minds and making double preparations for body and soul.

  The next second, the sword embryo burst out with a thread of black mist, which was the breath of Phantom and Shadow Divinity, it was the soul breath from Raven.

  These breaths are as if they were real objects, automatically fixing the entire sword embryo on the iron felt.

  Darak looked up at Raven who was standing opposite him with his hands behind his back. Raven nodded slightly.

  Darak's left hand swiftly placed a divine crystal, which was Laila's phantom divinity. His right hand held the Mordant's hammer, and the hammer was held low due to his dwarf stature, almost touching the floor behind Darak.

  Only saw a dwarf forging master swing out a perfect circle in the void.

  The power of the earth was transmitted through the master's legs to his shoulders and hammer, finally without any loss, smashing this force onto the Divine Power Crystal like a battering ram.

  "Pffft——" A soft sound rang out, and the entire divine power crystal was embedded into the sword embryo.

  It can be clearly seen that Jian Ta almost instantly swallowed the crystal.

  In less than one second, in feeling, the two have already merged into one.

  Jian Zong once again emitted a soul fluctuation, telling Dalak that it was ready again.

  Another hammer, this time it's a divine crystal of shadowy divinity.

  Re-fusion this time took a bit longer, about 20 seconds or so.

  Darak placed the third Divine Crystal - Phantom Divinity.

  It took three whole minutes for it to be fully digested after this hammering.

  It's just the moon's divinity.

  After the four hammers fell, Dalak of the Sanctuary level was as if he had fainted, with sweat dripping all over his body. Looking at Dalak's expression, Raven knew that the most critical moment had arrived.

  Darak moved the hilt of his sword to the edge of the iron mat and stretched it out.

  "The dwarf master said in a solemn tone: 'Grasp it! Imagine its shape in your mind, and silently recite the name you've given it. Next, it will undergo the most intense forging, which will also involve your soul. If you can't withstand this spiritual impact, not only will the casting fail, but you'll also suffer a severe blow to your soul, and for this life and the next, you'll have no hope of reaching the legendary rank, let alone the realms that follow.'"

  "I understand." Raven grasped the hilt of her sword with both hands.

  "It's here. This is the first hammer of 【Tempering God Seven Hammers】, 【Splitting Stone】." Darak's powerful arm muscles bulged, and the hammer swung out in another perfect circle.

  "Bang——" Like being hit by a heavy blow, it wasn't like the sword embryo, but rather like Raven's forehead. That kind of splitting stone-like shock made Raven see stars for a moment.

  Still want to imagine its shape? Can't think of it, a vast expanse of confusion in mind.

  Levin thought of many names and images, but none fit Levin's fantasy.

  Didn't give Raven a chance to breathe.

  "The second hammer [Shui Jin] has arrived."

  This hammer is heavier than the last one.

  A single blow is enough to shatter gold and stone.

  That powerful shock almost made Raven lose his grip on the hilt of his sword.

  "The Third Hammer [Opening the Mountain]."

  A power akin to that which could shake mountains seemed to pervade Raven's entire soul.

  "Whoosh—" silently and without warning, two streams of nosebleed flowed down from Raven's nostrils.

  Darak furrowed his brow and thought to himself: At this rate, that kid will definitely not be able to hold on until the final blow!

  The arrow shot from the bow has no return.

  At this point, Dalak couldn't stop either. He had to endure the Seven Hammers of the Soul Refining Sect, not a single hammer less. If he stopped, he would be the one to suffer the backlash.

  "Next is 'Fourth Hammer [Emperor's Demise]'."

  Suddenly, a bloody aura emanated from the iron hammer in Darak's hand. Raven discovered that the iron hammer in Darak's hand had somehow transformed into Moradin's artifact, the Soul Hammer.

  The aura emanating from the hammerhead surged again, that terror, even if someone told Raven that this blow could destroy an empire, Raven would believe it without hesitation.

  "Bang——" This hammer gave Raven a feeling of heaven and earth cracking, after one hammer, the surrounding feeling was fragmented, and the sense of the five senses was completely disordered.

  My mind is all muddled and I can't think of anything.

  Just as Dalak raised his hammer high, it was about to be the fifth strike.

  "Fallen God!" Darak exclaimed loudly.

  Lei Wen was so shocked that his eyes almost popped out.

  The hammer in Raven's field of vision enlarged tens of thousands, millions of times, with a huge hammer head that could easily shatter even the divine kingdom of a weak divine deity with one blow.

  That's an exaggeration!

  Can I really hold on?

  Just as Raven was about to give up, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind: Why bother? What I want isn't an invincible long spear or a giant axe that can split the sky. As a sharp blade, why do I have to clash head-on with the most unreasonable hammer?

  As his mind wandered, the sword embryo in his hand underwent a transformation, no longer rigidly adhering to the shape of a sword or dagger. At this moment, the sword embryo resembled a cluster of hazy mist.

  Darak's mouth corners rose slightly: This kid isn't too stupid after all. Forging a semi-divine artifact isn't just about forging its shape and tempering out sharpness or whatever properties, it's more about pursuing the most suitable original power for oneself. If he only knows how to collide head-on, then he doesn't deserve to wield a semi-divine artifact.

  The God of Collapse has finally fallen.

  This time, without a sound, like a hammer striking a huge spring, the hammer was immediately rebounded.

  The dwarf master didn't mind, he clearly saw the shadow fog condensing continuously.

  Immediately "Sixth Hammer [Destruction of the World]."

  The aura on the hammer has reached a terrifying peak. At this moment, the illusion that appeared in Raven's eyes was exaggerated to an unbearable degree, and he felt that when this hammer fell, even a small plane would be completely annihilated. From then on, another number will disappear from the Star Realm sequence.

  Can't stop it!

  Absolutely can't stop it!

  There is no longer any luck at all.

  Any substance subjected to this impact will definitely turn to dust and shatter completely!

  Even if Xingchen had already become a strange energy sphere, it would be no exception under this blow.

  Almost instinctively, Raven launched a counterattack.

  A dazzling, illusory glow burst forth from the sword embryo, creating an identical duplicate that simultaneously used mysterious shadowy powers to manipulate the Soul Hammer and strike the fake.

  "Wham!" The rapidly falling hammer struck nothing but air, shattering only an illusion.

  However, Dalak twitched his mouth and without stopping, took advantage of the momentum to swing the hammer in another circle before smashing it over again.

  Darak's voice suddenly became gentle: "Seventh Hammer [Rebirth]."

  Unlike the earth-shattering, destructive hammer technique before, this hammer was as light and airy as a butterfly fluttering through flowers, without any fierce aura.

  Obviously a massive war-hammer, it looked like a finely crafted carving knife in Dallak's hand.

  More delicate than surgery, one hammer fell, only raising a slight tremor, and the last bit of impurity in the sword was knocked out.

  Like the morning bell at the beginning of heaven and earth, it was like a mysterious starting gun, a sense of everything starting from now on spread to every corner of Levin's soul.

  At this moment, a name, a name that Raven had thought about for a long time but couldn't think of, suddenly popped out.

  Levin's mouth opened, and he softly spoke the truth: "Be born! My Phantom Throne!"