The foul demonic bone-stake had been safely digested inside Lin Xiao’s Primordial Chaos Dantian. Even so, the physical trauma left behind in the Earth-Core Giant beast’s body remained severe.
Deep within the shoulder fissure, the ragged tear in the main coronary channel was actively weeping bright, high-pressure blood magma. Molten gold melted rock waste. It burned at over fourteen hundred degrees of liquid fire heat, bubbled into the open crevice, threatening to pool and harden into an irregular scab that would permanently constrict the titan’s breath flow.
Also, having endured three hundred years of demonic frost poison, the surrounding dark rock muscle tissue was critically weakened, riddled with tiny stress fractures that could easily shatter if subjected to sudden heat fluctuations.
“Patriarch!” Tie Shan called out from the distant ledge, cupping his furry hands around his mouth. “Be careful with that blood breach! You can’t cool molten stone with common water! In our smithing pits, if you dump cold well water onto white-hot casting iron, the heat shock will detonate the mold like a bomb! The rock will shatter into a thousand jagged blades!”
Gu Qingfeng nodded gravely, his sharp eyes tracking the crimson geysers bubbling within the fissure. “The smith speaks the truth, Lord Lin. In metalworking and high-tier alchemy, rapid cooling of molten stone-glass needs an annealing process of utmost gentleness. If the surface contracts faster than the core, snapping in half on a hard hit is certain. Many an alchemy master has blown his fire to dust…
