The first step is to drip blood. This step is the simplest. If the magic weapon is willing to absorb the blood, it means that it has initially recognized you. If it is not willing, it means that you have no chance to use this magic weapon.

Fate is a bridge. If there is no fate, you cannot cross it no matter how powerful you are.

The second step is to communicate with the spirit and establish a friendly relationship with the spirit. Of course, if it is a magical instrument that has not yet given birth to a spirit, this step is unnecessary.

The third step is that at this point the magic weapon has basically recognized its master, and all that remains is to take it into the Dantian and continue to nurture it, constantly improving your proficiency.

The several magical instruments that Shen Yizhi had contracted before, whether ordinary instruments or divine instruments, basically achieved the achievement of recognizing their master at the stage of dripping blood. She guessed that it was probably because her blood was so delicious that the magical instruments could not help but absorb it.

A few stubborn people like Guang Yujian need some communication (slowness) but they always succeed.

As for die-hard fans of Qingbao like Tianzhou, they are exceptions and will not be discussed.

So overall, Shen Yizhi felt that he was still quite popular in the magic weapon market.

However, when she arrived in front of the furnace of creation, she hit a wall for the first time.

This guy is in a completely indifferent state of being uncooperative and unresponsive.

It didn't absorb the blood that dripped on it, and when she probed with her spiritual sense, she was caught in darkness and couldn't find the spirit of the weapon at all, which made her very embarrassed.

"What should we do?" Shen Yizi spread his hands and looked at Yichang for help.

Yichang walked around the Creation Furnace and said, "Could it be that it has entered a deep hibernation? Try feeding it some spirit stones."

Okay, she has no shortage of spirit stones anyway.

Shen Yizi took out a storage bag specially used for spirit stones, grabbed a handful from it, and put them all into the furnace of creation.

The spirit stone disappeared in an instant, as if it had been thrown into water.

A hazy halo flashed across the surface of the Creation Furnace, as if it was awakening.

There was a response! Shen Yizhi continued to feed it, watching the Fortune Furnace slowly shed its "ugly skin" after eating a lot of spirit stones. He felt a sense of accomplishment and became addicted to it.

But when he reached into the storage bag, he found nothing.

It's empty.

The tens of thousands of spirit stones she had saved were gone, just like that...

Shen Yizi felt a pain in his heart and felt like he couldn't breathe for a moment.

Looking at the Good Fortune Furnace in front of her, which had already revealed its handsome appearance, she struggled between giving up and continuing to feed it. Finally, she gritted her teeth and thought, it has come to this point. If she gave up, wouldn't all her efforts be wasted?

She must get the contract for this furnace in one go!

Shen Yizi poured all the spiritual crystals he harvested from the Yao Chi Secret Realm into the furnace.

Even though it is only tiny, it has a big appetite. No matter how many spirit stones are poured into it, it can swallow them all.

Needless to say, it must be a space of its own inside, not as small as it looks from the outside.

After all the spirit stones in his hand were used up, Shen Yizi put his hands on his hips, at a loss as to what to do.

There was still a small rust spot the size of a fingernail left on the surface of the small stove, stubbornly sticking there and refusing to go away.

Having this thing stuck on the beautiful little stove looks like a piece of skin ringworm, which is unpleasant no matter how you look at it.

Fortunately, she still has the spiritual spring.

The Three-Colored Spring, which was originally located in a corner of the space, was located in the center of the entire space after the first level of space was unlocked.

Like a tricolor flower, it is exactly embedded in the center of the circle.

Shen Yizi went out and got a pot of spiritual spring water, pointed the mouth of the pot at the small stove, and poured the spiritual spring water into it.

Gulp, gulp, that is the sound of the spiritual spring pouring down like a waterfall.

It sounds very pleasant.

The little stove ate very happily. The patch of skin ringworm disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, restoring its original "skin color".

The whole stove is a calm and solemn dark gold color, engraved with simple yet mysterious lines. It is high-end and classy, ​​low-key and luxurious without being ostentatious.

It is in line with Shen Yizhi's aesthetic.

She picked up the stove, looked at it from left to right, and liked it very much.

As expected of a congenital artifact, it looks round, thoughtful and cute.

Yichang beside him opened his mouth wide, vividly interpreting the word "stunned" Just now when Shen Yizhi wanted to lift up the Creation Furnace, he wanted to stop her. Although the Creation Furnace in front of him looked small and delicate, it was actually very heavy. How could she lift it before it recognized its master? In the end, she really lifted it up, without any pressure.

This is obviously not normal!

Could it be that Shen Yizi really subdued this stove?

"Try putting another drop of blood on it."

Shen Yizi rubbed the cool surface of the Creation Furnace with his fingers, and a drop of blood condensed on his fingertips.

The blood drop slid down the smooth surface of the Creation Furnace to the ground.

At this moment, the air was a little stagnant.

"This is shit!" Shen Yizi was a little angry and embarrassed.

She originally thought that she had established a preliminary friendship with it in the process of feeding it, but in the end, it turned out to be just her wishful thinking.

This dog stove is a freeloader!

The artifact was right in front of him, but he couldn't make a contract with it. Shen Yizi simply ignored it and threw it into the bottom drawer of the dressing table.

Let it gather dust.

That night, Shen Yizi had a very magnificent dream.

She dreamed of the creation of the world and the birth of six races: humans, immortals, gods, demons, monsters and ghosts.

In the dream, she seemed like the God of creation. When she raised her eyes, the wind and clouds changed. With a wave of her hand, billions of lives were born and died. Everything in the world was just a thought away from her.

She was riding a huge bird that was born from chaos. When it blew its air, clouds appeared in the sky. When it scattered its feathers, snow flew for thousands of miles. It traveled across the universe and overturned the galaxy.

With a trance, you can travel back and forth in the universe.

Then, she took out a furnace from the chaos, put two grasses in it, and took out a new grass; put two flying birds in it, and a new flying bird was born by fusion...

She played like this for a long time, and more and more species were "hybridized" and thrown into the world by her.

Some survived, lived, reproduced, and grew stronger, becoming a new ethnic group.

Some died and their souls returned to the underworld.

At a certain moment, she suddenly broke away from the founder's perspective and gained a God's perspective.

Then, she saw the real God of Creation, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not see his face.

After that, I don’t know how many years passed, maybe tens of thousands, maybe hundreds of millions, and the number of species in the world became countless.

The living space is constantly being compressed.

War ensued.

Fighting for territory, resources, and worship... driven by desire, the scope of the war is getting wider and wider, involving more and more races and forces.

Finally, a war of epic proportions broke out.

One side regards the gods as their leader, while the other side respects the demons as the greatest.