Meanwhile, inside the workshop, the frantic bustle of work continued at full speed.

After reinforcing the workshop again, Ji Jue trudged around in the exoskeleton that was already on the verge of falling apart. With great effort, he repeatedly folded the dying aberrant, kneaded it into a compact mass, and forcibly stuffed it into the furnace. 

Under the scorching flames and the dissociation and reconstruction of spirit matter, the overloaded furnace shook violently. Cracks kept appearing across it, only for Ji Jue to patch them up with whatever materials he had on hand. His philosophy was simple: as long as it had not exploded yet, it could still be used. Besides, wasn’t it running perfectly fine right now?

Before long, those familiar wails rang out from inside the furnace once more. In the corner, the flesh-and-metal hammer that had only recently emerged from the furnace trembled uncontrollably, not daring to make a single sound.

Cracks and pops filled the room as large amounts...