Swallowing the Stars: You Can't Escape, Mountain Dweller

Chapter 572 Disciples' Rebellion

Bai Yang nodded in agreement after hearing this.

At least from his perspective, there's nothing theoretically wrong with it.

These new disciples had no experience in crafting powerful artifacts, so they naturally couldn't imagine how to craft a domain-level treasure out of thin air.

After giving a brief explanation, Venerable Xiao Zhou did not delve too deeply into the topic.

The group quickly arrived at the middle of the giant pit, where the stone steps split into two.

One path continued to spiral downwards, while the other connected to a huge cave.

Bai Yang and the others followed Venerable Xiao Zhou and went inside one by one.

Upon entering, the scorching heat from the giant pit outside vanished instantly.

Inside the stone passage, a layer of white frost had formed in many places.

"You new disciples' job is to use the weapon-refining techniques you have learned."

Keep the temperature inside this cave balanced, and prevent the two different temperatures of airflow from canceling each other out.

Also, carefully observe the refining materials nurtured inside the cave to see if they have been damaged.

Bai Yang and the others already knew that all the supreme treasures they crafted would use various precious materials naturally born in the universe.

Could it be that this seemingly ordinary cave could also nurture materials for refining weapons?

Venerable Xiao Zhou reached out and grabbed a crystal-clear mineral the size of an egg, with a color like amber and honey, which suddenly fell into his hand.

"This thing is called Prism Crystal, a byproduct of the process of refining a treasure."

It has amazing heat insulation properties; if you come across it, you might want to buy some.

It is extremely useful for understanding weapon-forging techniques and completing the work here.

The five people's personal computers beeped simultaneously, and Venerable Xiao Zhou sent them a detailed guide.

Bai Yang and the others stood still and examined the instructions, realizing that they would inevitably have to deal with this kind of crystal in the future.

This substance is quite peculiar; Bai Yang thinks it could be used to make the best thermos cup.

It's not impossible to achieve hot water that never cools down for hundreds of millions of years.

Bai Yang also picked up a piece from the ground and crushed the crystal into powder with a little force.

This strange substance vanished into thin air, leaving not a trace behind.

"Alright, from now on you're on your own."

"If you need anything, you can contact me via the personal terminal. During your first year, you'll have ten days off every two months."

And so began Bai Yang and his companions' journey in weapon crafting.

This cave is incredibly large; sometimes you even find yourself entering other spaces as you walk through it.

They all have to rely on the maps stored in the quantum brain to find their way back.

Besides the five students from Bai Yang's cohort, there are nearly three hundred other registered disciples busy at work.

Unlike Bai Yang, who was a formal disciple, they needed to wait for an opportunity to gain the appreciation of Venerable Gan Yan.

Bai Yang noticed that none of them wanted to leave, so it seemed they still harbored the dream of becoming weapon-refining masters.

As a formal disciple, he only needs three years to receive personal instruction from Venerable Ganyan.

This treatment, though far inferior to that of the Lord of Dragons.

But compared to the harsh conditions of the God of Crafts, where one had to kneel for dozens of eras to become an apprentice, this is much better.

Two years later, Bai Yang strolled through the cave area he was in charge of, just like always.

One of the spacetime clones had a large amount of Prism Crystals in its mouth. It could detect when the temperature around a place was abnormal, or when hot and cold air were mixing together.

He would then release a wisp of divine power into these crystals, and an orange-yellow light would emanate from the Prim Crystals.

This light covers a large area, instantly cutting off all temperature changes.

After the two auras were blocked, Bai Yang used his weapon-refining techniques to separate them and return them to their respective positions.

The unique properties of this Prism Crystal make it incredibly useful for comprehending the techniques of the [Ice and Fire Melting Divine Path].

Even though he hadn't actually practiced anything, he naturally gained more insights into the two laws of temperature and water and fire.

"Senior Brother Effie, are you free?"

Just then, Bai Yang suddenly received a message.

The sender was Duihe, the king of the Orijina tribe who was his contemporary. Over the past two years, they had gotten along quite well and developed a friendship.

"I'm all set here."

Duihe, what do you need?

"In my area, there is a very stubborn air mass."

"I'm not strong enough to solve this. Could you please help me, Senior Brother Aifilo?"

Send me the coordinates.

"OK, thanks!"

Dui He was delighted. Senior Brother Aifeiluo, despite being a formal disciple, was very approachable and had no airs at all.

At this moment, Bai Yang felt even happier.

Those kinds of troublesome air masses are actually quite rare.

He had only encountered it once in the two years he had been here.

What Duihe couldn't handle was a rare opportunity for him to practice, so why would he refuse?

Following the information on the computer, Bai Yang quickly arrived at the target area.

Here, besides Dui He, there were actually two other disciples from the same period.

Clearly, Duihe had already started asking for help, but the others were powerless to do anything, so they had to bite the bullet and ask Baiyang.

He stood on the ground, looking at the distant sky where a cloud of gas, two meters in diameter, kept switching between red and blue.

This thing is the biggest hidden danger in [Ice and Fire Peak].

This thing looks like it could be blown away, but it is actually a mixture of gases at extreme temperatures.

Such a bizarre phenomenon could only occur inside this extraordinary treasure.

Ordinary methods simply cannot deal with this thing.

Bai Yang slightly opened his mouth, and orange-yellow light once again emanated from the Prism Crystal, shining on the strange cloud of energy.

However, this air mass was indeed stubborn; the methods that had worked before had no effect this time.

Just as Bai Yang was about to increase the output of his divine power and try a few different techniques, he heard a discordant sound.

"Don't touch it! This cloud of gas is ours, you all leave immediately!"

He turned his head to look back and saw a group of seventeen people walking quickly toward them in the distance.

"The senior students among the registered disciples? What are they doing here?"

He naturally wouldn't obediently listen, and his hands didn't stop moving.

Those disciples who were only nominally disciples seemed to be getting anxious when they saw Bai Yang still working hard.

They flew over at lightning speed, and some even began to teleport!

A burly, dark-skinned man, over three meters tall with six arms, immediately threw two punches at Bai Yang.

So arrogant? Don't they know I'm a formal disciple?

Bai Yang was puzzled, but his movements were swift.

He was just about to use his mental power to suppress this King-level Immortal who was focused on refining weapons, but suddenly he felt something was wrong!

"This is murderous intent! They're going to kill us!"

"Oh no! Duihe and the others are in danger!"

Bai Yang panicked and immediately lost his composure when he attacked.

The burly man closest to them had been glaring menacingly at Bai Yang.

Thinking he had succeeded in his sneak attack, he wanted to unleash his divine power to severely injure this formal disciple.

Suddenly I felt excruciating pain all over my body!

In an instant, his six arms and two legs, a total of eight limbs, were separated from his body!

Three dark, square metal blocks slithered across his body at an alarming speed three times!

They actually broke his limbs and forcibly tore them off!

Then, the three metal blocks continued to attack the other sixteen people at a speed that left even the most astonished King Feng!

"Psychic weapon!"

So fast?