"Hmm? You mean this?"
Huai Shi reached into his pocket and seemed to pull something out.
Raymond's eyes reddened, and tears nearly streamed down his face. Not from fear—it was burning his eyes. The built-in scope in his pupils had already begun to overheat.
In Huai Shi's hand were two magazines.
Within the crystal-clear transparent magazines were two rows of bullets. They seemed to have been forged from some kind of metal, yet bore none of metal's reflective sheen.
Instead, they were pitch-black, swallowing every trace of light.
Were they solid? Liquid? Or perhaps a wisp of ethereal mist? Did they truly possess physical form at all?
The moment one saw them, one could feel the pull trying to drag at the soul.
"Return to Nothingness?" Raymond blurted out. "You're really this ruthless? You used your own Return—wait, don't tell me that's Lu Baiyan's?"
"More or less."
After tossing them twice and satisfying his petty urge to show off, Huai Shi sealed them away again and tossed them back into his pocket.
Waste was shameful. Making full use of everything was the proper way to run a household.
Besides, such a huge Great Siming—was it supposed to go to waste after being killed?
It had to contribute some residual value.
The main material came from the Origin Essence Crystal Yang Sheng had forged by extracting it from Lu Baiyan's soul.
The Great Siming's Yang Sheng had refined the Great Siming. This was the most extravagant nesting doll in the history of the Heavenly Inquiry Path. What it produced was this strange existence, like an ink stick, gathering all of Lu Baiyan's lifelong resentment and solidifying all of the Great Siming's distortion.
Under the triple enhancement of the Hand of Confinement, Alchemy Fire, and Forging Furnace, it had been extracted from