I became a god through frontier slaughter, and I crushed the academy's prodigies!

Passing through that heavy blast-proof isolation door, the world seemed to be split in two.

Before me was a boiling steel furnace.

The roaring sound was no longer a muffled thud that scratched an itch, but had turned into a roar that pierced the eardrums.

The heat was intense, mixed with the acrid smell of metal being vaporized.

As a fifth-tier powerhouse, Zhou Xuan's body was no longer affected by the heat.

But even in this godforsaken place, he still felt like a steamed bun in a steamer.

"Stay close."

"Every machine here is running at overcapacity. If you wander off, I can't guarantee you won't be turned into a cog in the machine."

Shen Tian remained silent.

His gaze was piercing through the pale blue light curtain, taking in the huge workshop below with great interest.

This is a factory that completely overturns common sense.

There were no workers covered in oil.

There are no blacksmiths sweating profusely.

In that sunken plaza, which is the size of ten football fields, thousands of silver-white robotic arms are suspended.

They resemble the tentacles of some giant arthropod, extending from the ceiling, the floor, and the surrounding walls.

At the end of each robotic arm, a different tool is gripped.

Laser cutting knife, high-frequency oscillating hammer, plasma welding gun...

In the very center of the square stands a giant tower that is hundreds of meters tall.

The top of the tower is a circular control console.

There were dozens of people sitting there.

They were dressed in matching white uniforms, their eyes closed, their faces solemn.

A familiar fluctuation of mental energy permeated the air.

hum-

Shen Tian could even clearly feel that the invisible spiritual power was like countless transparent threads extending from the brains of those people and connecting to the thousands of mechanical arms around them.

This is a grand symphony.

The only difference is that the conductors are those dozens of mentalists.

Musical instruments, on the other hand, are weapons used to kill.

"That's the Thousand Hands System."

Chu Feng seemed to notice Shen Tian's gaze and paused slightly.

Perhaps wanting to show off the technical expertise of Tiangongsi in front of this "country bumpkin," his tone carried an undisguised arrogance.

"That is the heart of the entire Heavenly Crafts Bureau."

"Those mental cultivators are all elites of the second rank or above."

"They don't need to do it themselves; they can control dozens or even hundreds of robotic arms to perform precision tasks simultaneously through telekinesis and neural connections."

Shen Tian looked down.

On an assembly line, molten red alloy is poured into molds.

Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen robotic arms surrounded it at the same time.

Some spray coolant, some perform micro-carving, and some inscribe runes.

The entire process was smooth and seamless, without any pauses.

Less than ten seconds.

A brand-new, gleaming standard-issue combat knife was produced and transported to the next stage via conveyor belt.

"Is this a Class C alloy combat knife being manufactured?"

Shen Tian asked.

"Good eyesight."

Chu Feng glanced at him with some surprise.

How can you tell the grade of a finished product from such a distance?

This kid has a better eye for talent than most spoiled rich kids.

"Mass production of Class C and Class D weapons mainly relies on this kind of assembly line."

Chu Feng pointed to a corner below, where sparks were flying at an extremely fast speed.

"For such low-level stuff, there's no need for too much mental intervention."

"All you need to do is set up the program, and the mentalist is responsible for monitoring the error tolerance."

At this point, Chu Feng paused and pointed to the other side of the square.

That was a relatively isolated area.

The number of robotic arms has decreased significantly, but each one is thicker and more precise.

The mentalist operating there wasn't sitting on the tower, but rather hovering in mid-air, only a few meters away from the forging platform.

Their foreheads were covered in sweat, and their faces were pale; they were clearly exhausted.

There were no molds on the forging table there.

There were only clumps of metal balls that had been melted into liquid by the high temperature.

Those metal spheres defied the laws of gravity, hovering in mid-air and constantly changing shape.

It was as if an invisible hand was kneading those hard alloys like clay.

"That's the customization area for B-grade, and even A-grade, weapons."

A hint of fanaticism flashed in Chu Feng's eyes.

"At this level, the mold is no longer needed."

"Because the texture, density, and impurity distribution of each piece of material are different."

"To unleash the full potential of a material, one must use mental energy to penetrate the internal structure of the metal."

Chu Feng reached out and made a grasping motion in the air.

It was as if he was also controlling that power.

"Use your mental power to sense the breath of the metal."

"Eliminate every tiny bubble and rearrange the structure of the material."

"That's called mental training."

"A true Grade A weapon requires a Rank 3 Nen Master to conduct three days of tireless mental forging. If not careful, the materials will be ruined and the spirit will suffer a backlash."

Zhou Xuan has visited many times.

But this is the first time I've heard of these things, and I find them impressive but incomprehensible.

He glanced at Shen Tian furtively.

I originally thought this guy would find it boring.

After all, in Zhou Xuan's impression, Shen Tian was the kind of ruthless person who would draw his sword and chop away, and then call it a day.

This kind of meticulous work is completely out of character with his painting style.

But he was wrong.

Shen Tian listened very attentively.

You could even say he was completely absorbed in listening.

His gaze was fixed on the mentalist floating in mid-air, watching the mass of molten metal constantly being compressed and folded under the influence of mental power.

That kind of control over power.

The skill of taming raging energy to the millimeter.

It was much more refined than when he used his mental powers to control flying knives to cut leeks.

It must be said that this time, he truly broadened his horizons.

"So mental power can be used in this way."

His previous use of mental power was still too crude.

Shen Tian's gaze pierced through the thick explosion-proof glass and locked onto the clump of liquid metal suspended in mid-air, pulsating as if it possessed a life of its own.

To outsiders, it was just a lump of molten iron.

But under Shen Tian's peak fourth-grade mental power perception of 10,000 points, what he saw was a microscopic, breathtaking world.

The third-rank Nen Master in charge of forging did not use any particularly violent power.

in contrast.

His mental energy, like countless tentacles a thousand times thinner than a human hair, pierced into the molten metal.

It's like performing surgery on the forging material.

However, the object of the surgery was a hard material.

"So that's how it is..."

As a fourth-rank spiritual master.

In retrospect, he was just a nouveau riche who used a gold brick to crack walnuts.

"No wonder these tech geeks are so arrogant."

Shen Tian nodded to himself.

"This technology certainly has the right to be arrogant."

To give life to inanimate objects.

Shen Tian glanced at [Heavenly Sin].

He possesses the spiritual power of a fourth-grade individual.

Why can't you upgrade your equipment yourself?