Mount Olympus.

Deep within Mount Olympus, an ancient peak has been reawakened.

Zeus, the Ancestor Dragon, using the power of the Divine King, has ignited the Earth Core Fire to establish a new Divine Forge for the three Cyclops.

The mountain's belly is hollowed out, and lava flows like golden blood within it ceaselessly.

Each pump of the giant bellows echoes with a thunderous roar.

The three Cyclops, Brontes, Steropes, and Alger, standing bare-chested with bronzed skin, before the forge.

They are born master blacksmiths, with muscles as hard as granite, and their single eye burns with an infinite passion for creation.

The air is filled with the scorching scent of metal and sulfur, teeming with primal and wild strength.

Zeus, the Ancestor Dragon, and the Olympian Gods stand at a distance, observing the great project about to commence.

His face bears expectations, yet deep down, there's an inescapable anxiety.

"Let's hope Daoist Xuanqing handles them gently and doesn't ruin these Divine Artifacts."

The Ancestor Dragon's gaze, involuntarily drawn to another figure beside the forge.

Xuanqing is conversing with the three Cyclops.

His figure, illuminated by the blazing forge, exudes a divine glow that transcends all things.

"Your strength comes from Chaos and the earth, brimming with primal creativity," Xuanqing spoke gently.

"But that's not enough."

The most ardent Cyclops, Alger, grumbled: "What more is needed?"

"Rules, Order, and Concepts," Xuanqing replied.

He slowly extended his right hand, and in his palm, an immaculate light began to appear.

This light was not energy, but an "existence" as if it possessed substance and will.

"This is 'Holy Light,' the manifestation of 'Order.'

Then, his fingertips danced with incomparably mysterious runes composed of light.

"This is 'Holy Words,' the fundamental 'Law' of the Universe."

The three Cyclops gazed at these items, their eyes filled with unprecedented awe.

As master blacksmiths, they could distinctly sense that these seemingly void entities were more "solid" and "eternal" than any Divine Gold they had ever seen.

"Integrate them into your forging."

"I will lead Concept, you mold the shape."

"Together, we'll create something unseen—a true 'Divine Artifact.'"

Xuanqing's voice was full of compelling power.

The three Cyclops exchanged glances, finding excitement and fervor in each other's eyes.

"Alright, we'll follow your lead!" The giant Brontes first declared.

Upon hearing this, Zeus, the Ancestor Dragon, felt half-defeated.

He rubbed his brow with a bitter smile: "Just a few words and you've been led astray?"

"I shouldn't have had high expectations for you!"

The first item on the agenda was the Divine Artifact of Hades.

Even Hades seemed uneasy.

He approached the forging area, emphasizing his requirements.

"I need a helmet that allows me to hide among all things, unseen by anyone."

"Moreover, it must affirm my majesty as the Lord of the Underworld."

Xuanqing nodded approvingly at these words.

"Rest assured, Daoist, we will forge the corresponding Divine Artifact to your perfection!"

"Yes, yes, no worries!"

The Cyclops pounded their chests in assurance.

Xuanqing addressed the three Cyclops.

"Use the deepest Dark Night Crystal Stone as the base and temper it with the Water of Oblivion from the River of the Underworld."

The Cyclops immediately sprang into action, hammering on the crystal, releasing silent black sparks.

Each strike seemed to strip away a part of "existence" from the crystal.

When the helmet's prototype was completed, Xuanqing extended his fingers.

He wrote in the air, imprinting the Holy Words for "concealment," "void," "silence" on the helmet's inner side.

Lastly, he infused a thread of Holy Light, symbolizing "ultimate judgment" and "absolute Order," into the helmet's crown.

"This item is named 'Kunei,' the Invisibility Helmet."

When the helmet was finally completed, it seemed to absorb the light from the entire forge.

It was completely black yet shimmered with a strange, shadowy light that seemed to engulf every gaze.

Hades eagerly took the helmet.

He could feel the profound and powerful Underworld authority contained within it.

He placed the helmet on his head.

Instantly, his form, his presence, his existence vanished completely from the world.

Even Zeus, the Ancestor Dragon, could barely perceive a semblance of absolute "emptiness" there.

"It's a success!" Poseidon exclaimed.

Hades reappeared, a rare expression of satisfaction on his face.

The power of the helmet even exceeded his expectations.

However, at that moment, a sudden change occurred.

The shadow beneath Hades's feet began to move uncontrollably.

The originally chaotic darkness automatically arranged itself, forming a perfect, symmetrical pattern, full of divine geometric beauty.

"What's happening?" Hades frowned.

Meanwhile, in a corner of the forge, a pile of untreated, death-emitting bones suddenly began to assemble themselves with a crackling sound.

They didn't resurrect into undead but instead formed a delicate, bone-built chapel filled with a sense of Order.

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