The Supreme God of Martial Arts

"So I've made it? This is the Omnipotent Pot?" Austin murmured with disbelief. He stared at his work with proud eyes.

Again, he had totally ignored the FlEmperor who had been fussing from the first day he started forging the pot in his Soul Sea.

Instead, he smiled with relief and felt relaxed for the first tin days.

"Alright then, next | shall carve it onto the Omnipotent Pot as my mark," Austin said to himself with anticipation.

Even though he was already tired at the moment, he just couldn't wait to finish forging the pot. He pushed his mind once more and

controlled the pot of spiritual sense to move towards its new residence.

Whoosh!

The ancient pot mark rushed out of Austin's Soul Sea at a great speed. It cut through his elixir field and dived into the Omnipotent

Pot in there.

Then, Austin started a nearly eight hours' work to engrave the pot mark onto the Omnipotent Pot. His success in the previous

process sparked his determination to continue another difficult task.

Like always, once he had marked the treasure, he felt that skind of connection was built between them.

Even though the connection was still weak, he found himself able to control the Omnipotent Pot in sways.

That was enough to make him more excited. He kept thinking that this pot he had been forging was the most valued treasure in

history. So anyone would think that it would be unrealistic that one could have full control of it at the first try. Austin still needed

more practice to understand it better in the future.

"The Omnipotent Gas is one of the very sources of all the energy in heaven and earth. It had long existed even before the creation

of the world..."

Just when he was relishing the success, a piece of information appeared in his mind. It cflashing right after he had forged the

Omnipotent Pot.

Austin blinked a few times, trying to process the information. He was surprised at first but then started to take it in at once. It was

about something called the Omnipotent Gas.

He becwild with joy once he finished reading the message.

He had been wondering for a while what the blackish yellow gas he saw was. That gas filled the space of the Omnipotent Pot. It

flowed very slowly and quietly in the pot just like air. However, Austin had already guessed that it was not ordinary.

Now he got to know that it was the Omnipotent Gas. It was a very special gas and in fact also a strong gas.

It couldn't be easily found throughout the world.

It was special because it could fuse with a warrior's spiritual sense and create spiritual sense weapons of various shapes and

functions. What was more, each kind of those weapons was worth a hundred swords when wielded in a fight. That was why so

many warriors in this world craved for this gas.

"Now this is amazing!

Powerful martial arts using spiritual sense are just what | needed the most at present.

Sounds like this Omnipotent Gas can helpforge many wonderful weapons. This is truly a windfall!

| shall make good use of it and begin forging the weapons at once!" Austin decided aloud.

He couldn't help but feel overjoyed with the possibility of forging different powerful weapons.

He had every reason to be this happy about getting the Omnipotent Gas. For one thing, his spiritual sense was getting stronger

and stronger battle after battle, practice after practice. All the while, the enemies he encountered were also becoming more

powerful one after another.

In this case, the martial arts of spiritual sense he mastered, such as the Spiritual Sense Flying Needle and Demon-creating Skill

would not be of much help.

So when cases like those happened, they were not his top choices to use anymore. He yearned for more powerful martial arts to

match the level of his spiritual sense, as well as to defeat stronger enemies.

He had been wanting to practice more high-grade martial arts since then. So when the magic Omnipotent Gas had found him, it

was beyond his imagination.

That was why even though he was already tired after conjuring the ancient pot mark and marking the Omnipotent Pot, he just

couldn't wait to see what the gas could do now.

Adjusting himself, he began to drive his spiritual sense into the Omnipotent Pot. He tried to blend it in with the blackish yellow gas

in it and he did it very carefully. During this, he felt no rejection of any sort. So far so good.

However, after a while, he discovered that he was unable to push the fusion forward anymore. When his spiritual sense had only

fused with the gas whose size was no bigger than a bean, the process just stopped itself completely.

No matter how hard he had pushed his spiritual sense, no more gas could be refined from that point onward.

"Okay, | see. It seems that it was not about the amount of the spiritual sense | can charge into the pot by now.

Maybe the stronger my spiritual sense is, the more Omnipotent Gas | can refine. And this is what | can achieve at the tbeing."

Austin analyzed, shaking his head. This was the only explanation he could think of right now.

"Well, the thing is, what can | do with such a small grain of this Omnipotent Gas?"

Austin asked himself with a wry smile. He then looked at the Omnipotent Gas which was too small to pick up again if you dropped

it to the ground accidentally. It was too small to spot.

He squinted and studied the yellow bean of gas with a frown. He could feel pure and strong spiritual sense inside it, and its whole

body was shining like a star. Without a doubt, it was of good quality despite the overly small size it had.

"I might as well give it a try. Who knows, it may surpriseagain," Austin shrugged as he said encouragingly. Anyway, it would be

a waste of tand energy if he just threw it away.

"Let's see...what kind of weapon shall | make this time, using such little resource?"

He pondered for quite a while, and then a good idea cflashing to his mind.

"I think another ancient pot would do!"

He was now well acquainted with pots. They were like an old friend to him after he had spent the past dozen days with one. In

forging that ancient pot with his spiritual sense, he had grown familiar with the shape and structure of a pot, to the extent that he

could proclaim himself a pot casting master.

Without any more hesitations, he slumped down the ground eagerly to do another round of forging.