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

Gu He sat cross-legged in the center of the spacious cabin, his eyes slightly closed.

Although he was still concerned about the situation in Forge City, he did not waste the time traveling and was carefully experiencing the immense power brought about by his recent breakthrough.

The originally pale blue spiritual flame has now transformed into a deep dark blue, burning quietly in the center of the sea of ​​consciousness.

Each flicker of the flame releases a mental wave like a tsunami.

This is the seventh rank.

The sense of control that placed him above countless living beings made Gu He's breathing involuntarily become heavier.

Who can blame me for being lucky enough to obtain such a top-tier resource as the Soul Mother Crystal?

And three at a time!

If Shen Tian hadn't given him three Soul Mother Crystals, let alone a few months of seclusion, even if he had been given another fifty years, he would only be struggling at the threshold of the sixth-tier peak until he died of old age.

"The luckiest thing that has ever happened to me in my life is meeting Shen Tian."

Gu He couldn't hide the smile on his face.

The title of seventh-tier grandmaster means that he will have absolute dominance in the entire forging industry of the Dragon Kingdom.

When he met other people, he had to put on a master's air.

Furukawa looked down at the land below through the porthole.

The once barren, sprawling wasteland has completely disappeared, replaced by a massive city that lies sprawling across the plains like a steel behemoth.

This so-called "furnace city" covers an area of ​​several hundred square kilometers.

Thousands of giant blast furnaces, some reaching 500 meters in height, have sprung up, and dark gold pipes, like a complex network of blood vessels, connect the entire city.

Countless exhaust towers, each over a hundred meters in diameter, were spewing blinding, crimson pillars of fire into the sky, baking the entire expanse of sky like churning lava.

The aircraft shook violently before slowly landing on a massive alloy helipad in the center of the city.

The roar of the engine gradually subsided.

Inside the cabin, Gu He straightened his slightly worn robe and put his hands behind his back.

Having just broken through to the seventh rank of spiritual power, he was at the peak of his confidence.

"That kid Chu Feng hasn't seen me for months, he's probably as anxious as an ant on a hot pan."

Koga gently stroked his graying beard.

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The heavy rear hatch slowly lowered, forming a ramp leading to the ground.

Guhe slightly raised his chin and walked out along the metal ramp.

Outside the tarmac, a formation of over a hundred fully armed guards stood in perfect unison.

At the very front of the group stood a young man dressed in high-end black engineering clothes; it was Chu Feng.

"Master, you have finally emerged from seclusion."

Chu Feng's voice revealed an undisguised joy.

Guhe's steps suddenly stopped.

For a moment, the grandmaster's majesty on his face froze.

The Chu Feng before him still looked familiar, but the aura emanating from him had undergone a tremendous change.

The spiritual energy emanating from Chu Feng was several times stronger than it had been a few months ago!

Peak of the fifth rank!

He's only one step away from becoming a sixth-tier grandmaster!

"you……"

Guhe's lips trembled for a long time, but he couldn't utter a single complete sentence.

It's only been a few months?

Before he went into seclusion, Chu Feng had only recently entered the third rank!

In the cultivation system of spiritual masters, it takes a long time to go from the third to the fourth rank, requiring at least several years of hard work.

The difficulty of advancing from the fourth rank to the fifth rank increases several times over, with countless geniuses spending their entire lives stuck at this hurdle.

In just a few months, he traversed two major realms and soared directly to the peak of the fifth rank?

The key is.

He knew about Chu Feng's talent.

Although he is also considered a genius, he is not the kind of abnormal person like Shen Tian who breaks the rules.

Chu Feng's talent falls within the "reasonable" range.

How could he possibly break through two major realms in just a few months?

"What's going on with your cultivation level?"

Chu Feng keenly noticed the horror in Gu He's eyes.

"Master, it's windy here. Let's go to the command center to talk."

Chu Feng spoke calmly, but a hint of undisguised smugness flashed in his eyes.

The hundreds of guards standing beside him remained ramrod straight, but a few of them caught a glimpse of Master Guhe's expression, which seemed as if he had seen a ghost, and their facial muscles twitched slightly.

In their eyes, the high and mighty Director of the Heavenly Works Department looked like a country bumpkin who had never seen the world.

this time.

Not only Chu Feng, but all the other generals also made breakthroughs in their cultivation levels.

Among them, the most obvious are the two eighth-level adults.

The ancient river was in complete disarray.

He recalled his long and humiliating spiritual practice.

In order to break through to the fifth rank, he sat in meditation for three years.

To obtain the sixth rank, he almost exhausted half his life savings to acquire rare and precious materials.

As for the seventh rank, if it weren't for the three soul mother crystals given to him by Shen Tian, ​​he would never have dared to dream of it in his entire life.

But Chu Feng's cultivation level skyrocketed like a rocket.

"I received some nice things from Guard Shen."

Chu Feng withdrew his spiritual power and looked up at the towering black square tower in the center of Furnace City.

Upon hearing the name "Shen Tian," Gu He's nerves skipped a beat.

Could it be that the kid has something even more outrageous than the Soul Mother Crystal?

Guhe's Adam's apple bobbed, and he eagerly pressed on with the question:

"What did that kid leave behind? What exactly happened these past few months? Why did you move the entire Tiangong Division to this godforsaken place?"

Chu Feng turned around and gestured for him to enter.

A heavy armored off-road vehicle had silently glided up to the two of them, and the door automatically popped open.

"Driver, please get in the car first. What has happened these past few months can't be explained in just a few words."

Chu Feng got into the passenger seat.

"While you were in seclusion, the outside world has undergone tremendous changes."

Guhe snorted and bent down to get into the back seat of the SUV.

The heavy car door slammed shut, shutting out the roar and heat from outside.

The car's interior was illuminated by a pale blue light, reflecting off Gu He's tense face.

The SUV started up, its tires screeching against the alloy surface, like a black cheetah speeding toward the huge black square tower in the center of the city.

The off-road vehicle drove along the main road, which was hundreds of meters wide. Outside the vehicle, there was a deafening roar of steel.

Guhe's spiritual power instantly enveloped the entire city.

The view outside the window was beyond his expectations.

Towering blast furnaces, some as tall as 800 meters, rise from the ground, resembling the thick leg bones of ancient beasts, standing densely beneath the crimson dome.

The exhaust vents at the top of the blast furnace were spewing out a tail flame that stretched for hundreds of meters, turning half the sky into a dazzling blood red.

Hundreds of pipes, each over three meters in diameter, are interwoven like blood vessels beneath the city, flowing with a super-metallic liquid at a temperature of up to nine thousand degrees Celsius, with coolant circulating on the outer layer of the pipes.

"This...this is the assembly line you've set up?"

Guhe's Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty as he pointed to a fifty-meter-tall, eight-armed, heavily armored puppet in the distance.

The puppet grabbed a heavy alloy mold weighing over a thousand tons and placed it into the cooling pool, stirring up plumes of white steam.

"To be precise, it was Shen Qinwei who planned the production line. We simply turned his blueprints into reality. What you see now is the No. 2 smelting area, which is specifically responsible for processing the low-level alien beast remains and extraordinary ores transported back from the occupied areas."

The SUV screeched as it came to a steady stop in front of a massive factory building that covered an area of ​​over 100,000 square meters.

Above the factory gate, four large characters are cast in the concrete: First Assembly.

"Master, please come with me."

Chu Feng pushed open the car door.

The two entered the factory.

The door slammed shut behind them, shutting out most of the noise from outside.

Instead, there is a highly rhythmic and uniform movement.

Gu He looked up and his breath suddenly stopped.

A five-kilometer-long tracked production line runs through the entire factory.

On the assembly line, unfinished dark-colored mecha bodies are being transported at a speed of ten meters per minute.

On both sides of the assembly line, there are thousands of suspended workstations arranged in a dense array.

Each workstation was occupied by a young student wearing the uniform of Longyuan Martial Arts University.

A mental energy amplification device emitting purple light floated above their heads.

"Point number one, inject energy!"

The first hundred students closed their eyes simultaneously, their faint mental energy converging into a beam along the amplification device, precisely piercing the chest of the mecha flowing below.

In just two seconds, a complex light blue spirit pattern was completed.

Immediately afterwards, the track rolled forward, and the student at the next workstation took over the work and continued to carve the second stroke.

The inscription of spirit patterns is always done in one go.

To depict spirit patterns separately is simply unheard of.

Chu Feng turned his head and looked at Gu He, whose face was completely blank:

"Currently, this production line is operated by 800 first-grade mentalist apprentices. The scrap rate is controlled at 2%. It can produce 500 war puppets equipped with spirit patterns every day."

Five hundred units? Every day?

Guhe took two steps back; this number wasn't much.

But this is just an assembly line.

What if there were dozens or even hundreds of production lines here?

His breathing gradually slowed, and his eyes were filled with horror.

For the first time, Furukawa witnessed the terrifying nature of an assembly line.

"This is just the first final assembly. Currently, there are thirty assembly lines like this in Forge City. Half of them are used to produce heavy mechs, and the other half are used to produce high-energy cannons and automatic anti-aircraft towers. According to the data compiled early yesterday morning, our total daily output has exceeded three thousand."

If the alien army were to attack, they would no longer face a limited number of elite human warriors, but rather an endless horde of steel monsters, like locusts swarming across the land, increasing by thousands every day.

The two walked through the long assembly line and arrived at the finished product area at the back of the factory.

Blinding white light poured down from the dome, illuminating the awe-inspiring steel jungle before us.

More than 10,000 dark, twelve-meter-tall war puppets, like silent death gods, were neatly arranged in the huge square.

The dark blue spiritual patterns on the armor surface flickered like breathing, and the energy core on the chest emitted a heart-pounding fluctuation.

Ten thousand identical war machines of the same model and specifications stood together, creating an imposing presence.