Although Huan Ling was shocked, he was not panicked at all. He had already made some preparations for the calamity cloud.

Zhenhua had told him before that the blacksmith had to withstand the bombardment of the calamity cloud together with the heavenly forged metal he forged.

This elemental calamity itself is extremely beneficial to metals. It is the existence that truly gives metals abilities. Only after passing the test of thunder calamity can the elemental power bestowed upon metals be stabilized.

However, this thunder tribulation is extremely destructive, even devastating, to soul masters.

When you are bearing it, you must be extremely cautious and never be careless. If you cannot bear it, you must retreat immediately. It is better to fail than to endure it. Otherwise, it is likely to cause irreparable damage.

"Boom!"

Three ten-colored thunders fell from the sky, heading straight for Huan Ling's pair of soul-forged alloy forging hammers and the piece of soul-forged ethereal iron.

Huan Ling's eyes sparkled, he wanted to feel the power of this thunder tribulation, he circled his hands, and a gentle soul power protected the three pieces of metal below.

Three thunders struck, each one was smaller than the previous thunder tribulation that Zhenhua had attracted. However, when the three were added together, they were no longer comparable to the single thunder tribulation that Zhenhua had attracted before.

The moment he was hit by the thunder, Huan Ling felt that the ten elements contained in the thunder exploded instantly.

What's even more terrifying is that they have a mutually reinforcing and restraining relationship with each other, which greatly increases the power of the explosion.

Silver light flashed in Huanling's eyes, "Time and Space Fantasy!"

The ten colored rare metals covering the scene before his eyes suddenly became stable and the calamity clouds in the sky also dissipated. The power of time, a mysterious power that was said to be comparable to the power of destiny.

"Is this a genius?" Although Zhenhua's mental power was only at the Lingyuan realm, he was also a master craftsman who could clearly sense the changes happening to Huanling.

Relying on the spiritual power of the Divine Yuan Realm, he forced the forging to complete the last step, which was the Heavenly Forging Tribulation!

"Teacher, let this be our temporary farewell gift." Huan Ling smiled and threw the Tianduan Kongling Iron to Zhenhua.

……

After learning the Heavenly Forging, which even Zhenhua could not complete, he had no need to keep Huanling any longer, so Huanling followed Muye back to the Benti Sect.

This was also the first time that Huan Ling went to the sect. The main sect was located on a steep cliff, which was almost impossible for ordinary people to reach.

As for the base camp of the Body Sect, the cliff is where ordinary people will be captured immediately when they arrive.

Huan Ling saw the beautiful figure waiting for them, smiled slightly, and saluted in a pretentious manner, "Disciple Huan Ling greets the Sect Master."

"Don't give me that." Meng Jingyu came over, grabbed Huan Ling's ear in dissatisfaction, and said, "Why, weren't you having fun in Xingluo Continent? You're still thinking about coming back. I thought you were going to be the emperor of Xingluo Continent."

Huan Ling immediately apologized with a smile: "Am I not still the young master of the sect? If the Body Sect does not move to Xingluo Continent, I will definitely come back."

"Stop talking." Muye snorted coldly and said, "Don't mention those nonsense. Huanling is now ready for heavenly forging. Before he goes to the Blood God Army, let him forge a set of four-character battle armor for all the Titled Douluo in the sect." "But there are more than ten sets." Meng Jingyu said, "Are you sure?"

Huan Ling smiled and said, "Uncle Master, don't worry, I'll be fine."

Huanling glanced at Muye out of the corner of his eye. A bad thing...that was not a bad thing at all!
Meng Jingyu asked: "Your spiritual power has broken through the Divine Yuan Realm, so what is your current cultivation level?"

Huan Ling said: "Level 73..."

The Ice Dragon Soul that Na'er gave him was already a hundred thousand year old soul. After condensing a hundred thousand year soul ring, Phantom Spirit broke through to level seventy-three.

"Some of them are too low. I will help you raise them by two levels." With that, Meng Jingyu took Huan Ling away. She looked like a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old, and she looked young, beautiful and full of energy.

……

Huan Ling stayed in the Body Sect for two months, then left without hesitation, using the letter of recommendation given by Muye to go to the Blood God Legion.

During this period of time, Huan Ling forged four-character battle armor for himself and all the strong men in the Body Sect. He also obtained Meng Jingyu's golden dragon bloodline, broke through to level 75, and his physical strength was slightly improved.

Looking at the scenery in front of him, Huanling couldn't help but look a little dazed. It was a series of undulating, endless snow-white mountains, which became taller and taller in the distance, reaching straight into the clouds.

The sun seemed to be many times closer to the ground than normal. Even with Phantom's physical defense, he could feel that the light element here was obviously too strong and would have some negative impact on the body. However, his physical strength was obviously not enough to care about these.

There was no road ahead, and to go where he wanted, he had to enter the snow-capped mountains.

This was the first time that Phantom Spirit had come to such a terrain. The air here was thin and there were few people, but the beauty of nature still made him dazzled.

Looking back, the place I passed was still green, but when I turned around, my future was already covered with white snow.

And he standing here seems like a drop in the ocean, so small. This is the charm of nature!
Huanling strode towards the snow-capped mountains ahead, and at the same time took out the positioning system that Muye had given him and turned it on.

This positioning system can only be used for the destination he is looking for this time. He turned it on after arriving at the foot of the Endless Mountains. He has come here relying on its guidance. Now the positioning system is pointing to the snow-capped mountains.

The temperature was already very low. Huan Ling was only wearing a single piece of clothing. He walked quickly and steadily. The blood vortex in his body flowed naturally, dispelling the coldness outside his body.

Soon they entered the snow-capped mountains and the road became difficult to walk on, but he did not release his battle armor or use his martial spirit. The Blood God Legion had a rule that one had to behave like an ordinary person before arriving here.

Because everyone who comes here to join the army must walk this road with their own legs, even flying soul masters are no exception. This is the rule. They cannot even use their martial souls, otherwise they will be eliminated.

In the Blood God Legion, there is only one kind of person who can ignore this rule, and that is the Blood God!
Only the nine blood gods who are directly appointed and dismissed do not have to go through such trials and tests.

On the other side of the hill is no longer a downward terrain, but a plain-like existence located on the top of the mountain, or more accurately, a snowfield.

On that snowy plain, there was a dense network of barracks, which looked quite large. There were sentries around, but no sentry towers. Because they were covered in snow, it was impossible to tell what materials these buildings were made of. (End of this chapter)