Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

"This statue should be the God who left behind the inheritance. The armor on his body..."    

Ye Feng's eyes were filled with an unfathomable feeling. It was as if he was facing a Saint or even a God Stage expert.    

"That's right. You are able to pass my test. Your forging talent is not bad."    

At this moment, the statue emitted a light. Its eyes burned with a blazing flame as it pointed at Wang Lang and said.    

"God!"    

Wang Lang was incomparably shocked. Even though he had already been told by the Extreme Cold King that this was his purpose, he was still extremely shocked when he saw the God statue. At the same time, he became excited. He could obtain the inheritance of the God.    

"I am the God of Forging. You have passed my test. As long as you acknowledge me as your master, you will obtain my inheritance. Are you willing?"    

The statue spoke again, confirming Ye Feng's guess. The God who left behind the inheritance was the God of Forging, who mastered the Dao of Forging!    

"I, Wang Lang, am willing!"    

Wang Lang immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the master, "Wang Lang greets Master!"    

"Hahaha, good. I will give this inheritance to you. Don't ruin my reputation!"    

The red light in the statue's eyes blossomed. In the next moment, a ray of light flew out from the statue's chest and crashed into Wang Lang, fusing into his body.    

Seeing this scene, the white-haired old man and the others all revealed envious expressions. However, they did not have any other thoughts.    

Although this was the inheritance of a god, it was the God of Forging. The royal family did not even have anyone with the talent to forge. It was impossible for them to obtain this inheritance. Even if they obtained it, it would be a waste.    

Moreover, they already knew that the calamity was coming. This inheritance should be in the hands of the right person. They were praying for Wang Lang to obtain the inheritance so that he could perfectly inherit everything that the God of Forging had. Only then would he be able to contribute to the future calamity.    

Wang Lang, who had obtained the inheritance of a god, did not move at all. He was comprehending the inheritance. Seeing this, Ye Feng immediately said, "You guys can leave first. After he finishes comprehending it, I have something to say to him."    

Hearing this, the white-haired old man and the rest looked at the spirit artifacts in the hall with nostalgia. They immediately turned around and left.    

As a Half-Saint, Ye Feng knew many secrets. Wang Lang had obtained the inheritance of a god, so his identity had become different. They all guessed that Ye Feng and Wang Lang would have some secrets to talk about. If they knew about these things, it might not be a good thing.    

As the white-haired old man and the rest left, Ye Feng waited for Wang Lang to finish comprehending the inheritance. During this process, Ye Feng sensed a remnant consciousness. His heart suddenly moved, and he looked at the statue.    

"The God of Forging, are you worried about me?"    

Ye Feng raised his eyebrows and said.    

"Haha, you did find out."    

The statue's eyes once again revealed a red light, but the light was dimmer than before. It was obvious that it had consumed a lot of energy, and the will it left behind was very weak.    

"I am not worried about you attacking Wang Lang for the inheritance, but I want to give you a treasure."    

The God of Forging continued, "I can feel your bloodline. You are the descendant of Huang, right?"    

When he said this, Ye Feng was a little surprised. He did not expect the God of Forging to be able to sense his bloodline, and he wanted to give him a treasure.    

"That's right. I am Ye Feng."    

Ye Feng nodded and replied.    

"That's right. I had forged a Divine Armor for Huang back then, but it was not completed yet, and the battle with the people from the outside world broke out. Therefore, Huang did not have the chance to wear this Divine Armor."    

As the God of Forging spoke, the armor on the statue floated up and came to Ye Feng.    

"After I died, the divine will that I left in the inheritance woke up, and I used a part of my power to forge this Divine Armor. Although Huang could not wear it, it could be worn by his descendants."    

"This is the Divine Armor!"    

Ye Feng was shocked. He had long since noticed that the armor was extraordinary, and he had guessed that it was a saint artifact. However, he did not expect it to be a Divine Armor!    

"You are only at the Half-Saint level now, and you are still unable to fully activate the power of the Divine Armor. Fortunately, the Divine Armor has a spirit. With the help of the Divine Armor's spirit, it can unleash 10% of the Divine Armor's power."    

The God of Forging said, "Put on the Divine Armor and let me see. You are almost exactly the same as Huang. Seriously..."    

The God of Forging did not finish his words, but Ye Feng could tell from his tone that he was thinking about the past.    

Ye Feng was also very interested in the Divine Armor, so he put it on immediately. He felt a warm feeling coming from the Divine Armor, making him feel as if he was soaking in a hot spring. Moreover, there was an inexhaustible power.    

This Divine Armor not only could defend against attacks, but it could also nourish the body and provide energy. However, the Divine Armor Spirit that the God of Forging mentioned was not an artifact spirit that had a complete consciousness, but only a weak spirituality.    

"Not bad, not bad at all!"    

The God of Forging looked at Ye Feng's appearance after putting on the Divine Armor, and the red light in the stone sculpture became brighter.    

"When Huang wore this Divine Armor, he should have looked just like this. It's a pity..."    

The God of Forging sighed, and then said, "The mission of protecting the Martial Extreme Continent in the future will be on your shoulders. As Huang's descendant, you have to shoulder this heavy responsibility and lead the children of the gods, the inheritors of the gods, to fight against the Upper Realm, to fight against the crisis!"    

"Senior, don't worry. I will do my best!"    

Ye Feng nodded solemnly and agreed.    

"Alright, I think very highly of you."    

The God of Forging laughed heartily, and then the red light in the statue faded away. The God of Forging's consciousness completely dissipated.    

Not long after, Wang Lang woke up, and a bright light burst out from his eyes.    

"Eh? Senior, I seemed to have heard Master's voice just now."    

Wang Lang looked at Ye Feng in surprise. He had already completely received the inheritance, and he treated the God of Forging as his Master from the bottom of his heart.    

"Hehe, Senior God of Forging, you are worried about you, and have been protecting you all this time."    

Ye Feng smiled indifferently and replied.    

Wang Lang's eyes were filled with gratitude as he nodded. Then, he looked at the Divine Armor on Ye Feng's body and thought to himself, "In the inheritance memories, Master mentioned that he wanted to give the Divine Armor to this senior. As expected."    

Wang Lang did not have any intention of taking the Divine Armor for himself. Although he was the disciple of the God of Forging, it did not mean that everything that the God of Forging left behind should be his.    

"Wang Lang, since you have become the disciple of the God of Forging', then I should tell you some things."    

Ye Feng said calmly, but his gaze was especially serious. He could sense that Wang Lang's cultivation had broken through to the ninth grade of Martial Spirit after receiving the inheritance. This strength could help him a little.    

"Senior, please speak. Wang Lang will listen to you."    

Chapter 18 - The God of Forging's Disciple