Divine-Querying Master Smith

Forging divine weapons with the power of the "Flint Emperor" is a feat reserved strictly for master craftsmen.
Though the massive heliobus, vast as an "Azure Sun," has long fallen into slumber, drawing upon its flames is deeply perilous. The slightest misstep can plunge the craftsman into a labyrinth of mental illusions.
As a long-life species, the Xianzhou people hold centuries of love, hate, bitterness, and rage in their hearts. Consequently, even the tiniest emotional ripple can be magnified into a mind-shattering illusion.

Since the founding of the Zhuming Xianzhou, countless inexperienced craftsmen — and even seasoned master blacksmiths — have had their soul essence consumed by heliobi over a single moment of wavering resolve. They either slaughtered one another in a blind rage, or succumbed to madness after failing to forge a flawless masterpiece.
When General Huaiyan assumed the mantle of Furnace Master, he forged this Fire Beast mask specifically to shield craftsmen of unsteady temperament from the corrupting sear of the flames, ensuring their minds remained clear.

Yet, there are always those who refuse to play by the rules.
The Ribhu elders guarding the Flamewheel Forge vividly recall the day a short-life prodigy named "Yingxing" entered the palace to forge a sword. He stubbornly refused to let the mask obstruct his vision.
They had seen plenty of arrogant youths who coasted on their talent. The elders simply waited for him to succumb to madness, eager to let him suffer a bit to temper his arrogance.
A quarter of an hour, a dual-hour, a full day and night passed. Growing onlookers gathered at the Forge. The young man's silhouette was distorted by the smoke, yet his rhythmic striking against the anvil was relentless...

They would never forget the moment the quenching was complete: the blade gleamed like autumn waters, reflecting the young man's piercing, ice-cold gaze.