The fragments were swallowed by the magma, gradually vanishing from sight.
Wu Heng prayed to every god and Buddha he knew, his gaze fixed on the pulsing Molten Heart at the center.
The next second, the bright Molten Heart suddenly dimmed, its progress plummeting from 98.7% to 2.6%.
Wu Heng felt his heart clench.
"Failed?" The Empress Dowager floated to his shoulder, disappointment in her voice.
If it had succeeded, it should have grown brighter and brighter.
For it to suddenly become so dim, it had obviously failed.
Wu Heng nodded and sighed. "It failed!"
The Empress Dowager smacked her lips. "I told you to quit while you were ahead. Now you've blown it all, haven't you?"
"The road to success is bound to be full of twists and turns." Wu Heng shot her a glance and took another strange item from his storage pouch, tossing it into the magma.
Each strange item let out a sizzling hiss as it fell into the molten rock.
"Honestly, the first two strange items were already pretty good quality." The Empress Dowager floated in front of him and said seriously, "There's no need to chase perfection."
"Not enough." Wu Heng shook his head, his eyes still locked on the Molten Heart. "The scale armor and Blood God Blade could fetch a good price on the market, but our goal isn't weapons of that level. It's more about improving our own combat strength, and... gaining the power to contend against gods."
The Empress Dowager sighed. She knew Wu Heng was right.
Treasure Island's cooperation with the Serpent Emblem Conglomerate had an astonishing ability to accumulate wealth. Every ship traveling back and forth to Treasure Island delivered holds full of Gold Coins.
Those Gold Coins were not meant to be looked at. They had to