The Everlasting Cold Iron.
Before the rise of demonic artifacts, it had been the primary material for crafting divine weapons.
Unlike other metals, its durability was overwhelming.
It was so hard that only master artisans dared to attempt forging it.
Centuries agoâ
During the era when the Magyeong Gate opened, spewing demonic beasts into the world, a time known as the Era of Despair began.
Even back then, Everlasting Cold Iron was exceedingly rare.
Yet survival demanded its use.
Clans and sects alike were forced to dig up whatever Cold Iron they had and craft weapons out of it.
Why?
Because for martial artists of lower cultivation, defeating a demon beast required Cold Iron.
Moreover, by the time dozens of prestigious clans had vanished trying to hoard the precious material, people learned their lesson.
That era was ruthless.
It was a time when survival meant grasping at whatever you could, clawing and thrashing with all your might.
And this underscored the power of the Everlasting Cold Iron.
It elevated weaker martial artists to a higher level.
Thatâs how exceptional and indestructible the steel was.
The Steel Qi, which manifested at the Pinnacle Stage or higherâ
Without reaching that level, even scratching the Cold Iron was impossible.
That was common knowledge.
Thudâ!
ââ¦.â
Song Yu, the Red Dragon Unit Captain of the Murim Alliance, was rendered speechless by the unfolding scene.
Fragments of Everlasting Cold Iron lay scattered on the ground.
Turning to look at the pillar, he saw its surface marred by various marksâ
Remnants of the efforts of over a hundred martial artists.
But one mark stood out more than the rest.
It was the imprint of a human hand.
It looked as if someone had gripped the iron and tore it apart.
Song Yu, who had witnessed this with his own eyes, still couldnât comprehend what had just happened.
âWhat⦠just happened?â
This was Everlasting Cold Iron.
Without wrapping oneâs Qi around it and striking with all their might, it was indestructible.
âEven if itâs mixed with other metalsâ¦â
Song Yu turned to glance at the mark left by Blade King Peng Zhou.
It was long and deep.
If one were to compare, Peng Zhouâs mark was far larger.
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Song Yu had seen the Blade King swing with full force.
Had that blow struck a person directly, there wouldnât have been bones left to bury.
In truth, Song Yu didnât know if he himself could stand against Peng Zhou at full power.
Peng Zhou was that formidableâa master who wielded overwhelming, domineering techniques.
Leaving a mark like that wasnât surprising.