Over a hundred miles west lay the Lian Dang Mountains. Xu Yi slipped inside, carved out a stone chamber, and set layer upon layer of restrictions. He left Huang Mei on guard, then entered the Four-Colored Seal Space and began working on the Sui clan's Origin Token. The instant the token was exposed to the Four-Colored Seal Space, strands of light spilled from it. Before long, they stopped. Xu Yi knew this was the mark left by Zhu Suijie being stripped away. But once that was done, the Sui clan's Origin Token fell completely silent. Xu Yi waited a full hour, and still nothing happened. Rather than be alarmed, he was delighted. Treasures like this always had a bit of a personality.
He put away the Sui clan's Origin Token and left the Four-Colored Seal Space to ask Huang Mei how to refine it. Huang Mei scoffed. "You really won't give up, will you? What good is stripping away its restrictions? You're not a Wu, nor are you of the Zhu clan. Zhu Suijie's process for refining the Sui clan's Origin Token was incredibly simple: he just had to drip blood on it and make it recognize him as its master. This token is a treasure passed down through the direct line of Great God Zhurong, and it can be used to cultivate the Sui clan's Origin Fire. The method looks as simple as it gets—just a drop of blood—but that very simplicity has stumped countless ambitious people who wanted to take the token for themselves."
Xu Yi ignored him. Now that he had decided to tinker with the token, he would see it through. Besides, the sense of being extraordinary, of being the Son of the Plane, had never faded from deep in his bones. As his cultivation grew,