The Supreme God of Martial Arts

Austin started to prepare himself for the refining. However, everything seemed difficult at first. Apparently, he needed to endure

before things started to get easy. According to the instructions written on the jade slip, successfully refining an Omnipotent Pot was

a rather laborious and complicated thing.

One of the hardest parts about it was to manipulate the spiritual sense accurately to succeed in each process. To begin with, Austin

needed to turn sparts of his spiritual sense into the shape of an ancient pod. Simply put, it was just like forming an object

using a clay. The challenge was that the spiritual sense was not that easy to mold.

Once he finished that task, he must engrave many complicated and abstruse patterns on the pot that were indicated in the

instructions. This was the most troublespart for him. It took both tand patience. But only after Austin had done it, would

he be able to carve this pot of spiritual sense onto the Omnipotent Pot and finished marking this treasure.

Maybe this was also another thing that made the Omnipotent Pot different from other ordinary treasures. In his past treasure

marking experience, Austin only had to extract a small part of his spiritual sense. He only needed to make it into a mark and then

attached it onto the treasure. It was as simple as that. Never before did he need to draw such a complicated stamp. It seemed that

the Omnipotent Pot was quite demanding.

It was not just like drawing ssimple pictures. It required the casting master to have a strong spiritual sense. At the stime,

the master should have good control of it to manipulate it precisely throughout the process. Moreover, he needed to know the

different characteristics of souls well enough to make sure that the pot he cast would be of high quality.

To sum it up, it was no easy task to forge the mark for the Omnipotent Pot. However, Austin was not the kind of person to give up

at the beginning.

"Looks like | have to work really hard this time," he murmured more to himself.

He released a long breath then closed his eyes to get himself into the mood.

After a few seconds of conditioning himself, he then started the first step. It was the selection of a fraction of his spiritual sense

and forging it into a pot.

As required by the instructions on the jade slip, the pot he made not only had to look like an ancient pot, but also had to feel like

one. The ancient pot he forged should contain the spirit--elegant, grand and smelled of history.

Austin found it the hardest part to deal with. It would have been easier if he only needed to mind the shape. But he also needed its

nature and spirit as well. He thought that he might as well turn into an artist to realize it.

Nevertheless, he concentrated on doing the work and tried not to think about the difficulties. Having withdrawn a portion of his

spiritual sense out, he forged and refined it in his Soul Sea tand again with his energy.

At the stime, he visualized a grand and ancient pot in his mind as best as he could. He was trying so hard to forge the pot

following that design the jade slip instructed. A few moments into the process, he started to sweat. Although he was only sitting

still, the forging work was no less than a fight for him.

The days continued to pass by. Austin hadn't had a moment's rest.

It could be said that Austin had knocked himself out to have the Omnipotent Pot, the treasure that all the warriors desired. He put

his all in doing the process.

Day in and day out, he forged his spiritual sense into the shape of a pot. He did it nonstop. Slowly but surely, the pot was taking

form.

It was truly a painstakingly difficult work. There were times that he had dried up his spiritual sense, and had to slow down a bit to

recover. Not only that, his spiritual power was near to exhaustion, too.

But luckily, he had the help of the spiritual tree.

He took all his remaining divine vital energy crystals out. There were almost five hundred thousand of them and he used it all,

together with every last piece of his precious natural resources, elixirs, pills, and herbs. He placed them on the ground near him,

and sent out the spiritual tree, letting it absorb the spiritual energy from the divine vital energy crystals. The spiritual tree would

turn the spiritual energy into spiritual sense. Because of that, Austin was able to get more fuel and continue the work.

While storms of energy surged through him, Austin stayed rooted in the sspot all these days. He had been sitting still as a

statue. But the FlEmperor had given in to curiosity and asked Austin what on earth he was doing. He had been asking him a

few times.

Of course, Austin had no tfor him. He had only turned a deaf ear to his questions. He should not lose his focus so he ignored

anything that might distract him.

Having tried many times but getting no answer, the FlEmperor gave up. He just began complaining and grumbling about

having to wait.

Finally, on the eighteenth day of Austin's forging, big progress occurred.

Wizz!

Without a warning, Austin heard an extremely low sound. However, it resonated a loud and clear buzz in his Soul Sea, as if

someone had rung a big bell. This took him by surprise since he had spent days after days in silence and hard working.

The next thing he knew, an ancient pot full of spiritual energy took shape there. It appeared real and concrete.

His hard work and restless days paid off. It was not a disappointment. Exquisite and beautiful patterns could be seen all over its

body. It was not that big, yet it reeked of nobleness and grandness. It materialized like a fine piece of art from the ancient time.

It had been newly formed, yet it seemed to be filled with so much history. It was like it had been existing long enough to see the

world. Most importantly, it had met all the requirements of the jade slip's instructions.

"What the hell is that pot, bloke?" the FlEmperor exclaimed. "Have you forged your spiritual sense into this strange pot?

Well...I don't like it. It doesn't look like a friend to me. Just get it away from me, far, far away!" he said as he flinched a bit.

Still taking the form of a spiritual soul, the FlEmperor was very wary of any possible danger. The moment this ancient pot was

completed, it somehow made him uncomfortable. The pot gave him the willies. He could not help but cower into a corner. He

remained at the edge of Austin's Soul Sea, watching the pot from the distance.