The higher the temperature, the better the ductility of the immersion silver.

Two hours of patient comprehension suddenly exploded, but Zhao Xin showed no mercy. With powerful blows again and again, the silver began to deform, and sparks flew everywhere.

Whenever his arms began to ache, a warm current would flow from deep within Zhao Xin's body, instantly flowing into his limbs and bones, relieving the pain in his arms. Zhao Xin also mobilized his soul power and injected it into his arms to maintain his strength.

Gradually, the one-foot square of sunken silver began to shrink. The effect of the hundred-forging purification gradually emerged.

You know, the strength of the sunken silver itself is very high, and the density is extremely high. It is very difficult to purify it and produce the shrinking effect. And it must not destroy its own texture.

Just after the near-perfect purification that Zhao Xin saw before his eyes, the value of this piece of sunken silver would increase by at least several times.

Zhao Xin himself didn't know how many times he had struck the silver. Gradually, the roar from the striking disappeared. In front of him, the silver seemed to be emitting a faint light. With each strike, it seemed to breathe in unison with Zhao Xin's breathing. Zhao Xin's body had become scorching hot, and hidden under his clothes, his skin gradually showed a faint dark golden dragon pattern.

A dark golden light flashed in the depths of Zhao Xin's eyes, and the tungsten hammer in his hand seemed to have become a part of his body. Every time the hammer struck, the silver seemed to emit a comfortable chanting sound.

Zhao Xin's eyes became brighter and brighter, and the frequency of his hammering began to become faster and faster. All the strength of his body was concentrated in the pair of tungsten steel hammers.

The silver became more and more solid, and its volume gradually shrank by 5%, 10%, and 15%. At this point, its density seemed to have reached its limit and would no longer shrink inwards, but every time Zhao Xin hammered it, it slightly improved its texture, making it more reasonable.

The firelight illuminated the entire forge red, and sweat soaked Zhao Xin's clothes.

Three hours passed. Zhao Xin had never forged for such a long time at one time, and at such a high intensity.

Three and a half hours passed, four hours!

After four and a half hours, Zhao Xin's face had turned pale, and the dark golden dragon pattern on his body became brighter and brighter, but Zhao Xin could no longer notice the changes in himself.

The soreness and swelling Zhao Xin felt when he first forged appeared again, and his arms became heavier and heavier. This was clearly the feeling of overdrawing his strength. However, he did not stop, and the strength of each hammering was still so even. Willpower supported him and continued his forging.

We are about to succeed, we are about to succeed. We cannot stop. If we stop now, all our efforts will be wasted.

Precisely because of the mysterious connection between him and the piece of sunken silver, Zhao Xin gritted his teeth and continued forging.

Dang, dang, dang, dang, dang... "The tungsten steel hammers had already turned red due to the continuous forging and the baking of the furnace fire. If Zhao Changtian had not used his soul power to compress the hammers to the thousand-forging level, giving them a hardness, they would have collapsed long ago.

Suddenly, the piece of heavy silver vibrated slightly while Zhao Xin was forging it. Then, a bright silver light suddenly broke through the blockade of the fire, turning the entire forging room into a silver-white color.

Zhao Xin's two hammers fell at the same time, hitting it heavily. Suddenly, the silver light became more wild.

Zhao Xin suddenly turned his wrist, and a small knife appeared in his hand. He raised his hand and slashed his wrist with the knife.

A stream of blood spurted out and landed right on the piece of silver that was gleaming with silver light.

Zhao Xin covered the wound on his wrist with his hand, staring at the piece of metal that was gleaming with silver light, and turned off the fire. Blood fell into the silver light, making a series of "hissing" sounds, and green smoke lingered. The flame went out, revealing the appearance of the metal itself.

It was even smaller than before, and the fiery red color on the sunken silver faded at an alarming speed, along with the flickering silver light.

Before forging, its original dazzling silver color disappeared, and it looked gray and inconspicuous. However, on the main body, there was an extra layer of fine and dense lines, like waves in the sea. These lines seemed to be engraved on it, but the surface was extremely smooth.

The gray silver has a deep feeling when you look at it carefully, it is an extremely wonderful texture.

Even though they are both Thousand Forgings, the difficulty of Thousand Forgings for different metals varies greatly. If the difficulty of Thousand Forgings for the Tungsten Hammer in Zhao Xin's hand is one, then the difficulty of Thousand Forgings for Sunken Silver is at least five, or even eight.

Zhao Xin had been practicing Thousand Forgings, but he didn't expect to succeed on this kind of metal. However, after five hours, a full five hours, he succeeded.

That grey thing is exactly the Thousand Forged Silver!

Waves of strong weakness made Zhao Xin a little unsteady on his feet, so he quickly sat cross-legged on the ground to circulate his soul power.

Half an hour later, Zhao Xin slowly opened his eyes. Looking at the Thousand Forged Silver in front of him, Zhao Xin finally smiled.

He clearly remembered that when he reached the final stage of forging, every time he struck with the hammer, it seemed to resonate with the Shenyin. It was a very strange feeling, as if the Shenyin came alive. He breathed, and the Shenyin also breathed. Every time he struck with the hammer, it was like massaging it, and it would convey a comfortable feeling. When this comfort reached its peak, the Shenyin sublimated, and the quantitative change accumulated into a qualitative change.

Zhao Xin pushed open the door of the forging room. It was already very late. Zhao Xin had been inside for nearly six hours. Now he just wanted to have a good sleep.

He staggered towards the bedroom and lay down on the bed. After half an hour of soul power circulation, Zhao Xin's arm no longer felt painful, but his whole body was still a little weak. He felt warm and lazily lying on the bed, but he felt an indescribable comfort.

Gradually, the warmth from his body made him fall asleep.

When he woke up again, he was completely hungry. It was already dark outside. Apparently, he had slept for nearly a whole day and night from last night.

"I'm so hungry!" Zhao Xin turned over and sat up. The feeling of fatigue had completely disappeared, but his stomach was empty. The feeling of hunger made him feel like he could eat a cow.

Zhao Xin couldn't wait to come to the cafeteria of the Zhao Mansion. In front of everyone's astonishment, he ate ten plates of buns made of thousand-year-old soul beast meat and a full pot of chicken soup. Zhao Xin was indeed a big eater, especially after he had consumed a lot of physical energy. He ate for nearly an hour before he breathed a sigh of satisfaction.

"Young Patriarch, are you okay?" the chef in charge of cooking asked cautiously.

Zhao Xin said with a satisfied look on his face: "I am alive now, and I feel comfortable."

After leaving the restaurant, Zhao Xin came to the forging room. He was too tired yesterday and didn't observe it carefully. Now he looked at the silver. Compared with the initial time, it was much smaller, and its bright silver color turned into a gray matte color. Deep, restrained, and simple, this was Zhao Xin's first impression.

On the gray metal surface, the layers of dark wave-like patterns seemed to breed endless vitality. Even more bizarrely, when Zhao Xin saw it, he actually felt a sense of flesh and blood connection.

This feeling is particularly wonderful, as if this piece of silver should have been a part of my body.

A thousand forgings make it refined. A hundred forgings purify and remove impurities. A thousand forgings give life to metal. A piece of work made by a thousand forgings is a living being created by the forger. Metals with life are the most precious, and they will sublimate their own unique characteristics.

Zhao Xin excitedly held up the piece of Shenyin. He had already sacrificed the first piece of Shenyin he had made with blood. If Thousand Forging was to give life to metal, then Blood Sacrifice was to connect the metal with one's own blood. To make it like a part of one's body. In a sense, the Thousand Forging Metal that had undergone Blood Sacrifice would even have a slight wisdom connected with one's own blood, thus sublimating to a stronger characteristic.