In the silent underground chamber, Bai Yang sat slumped against the edge, his face pale and his eyes fixed unblinkingly ahead.
Writing with blood from his heart and spending several days in total concentration had drained his mind. He would need some time to recover. He had done everything he could; now all he could do was wait.
Ninety-nine inscrutable characters floated in the air, like golden flames. Looking closely, each mysterious character resembled a condensed sun, vast and surging, as if it could drive away darkness and illuminate the ages.
God-Slaying Gold rested in the twisted space at the center of the ninety-nine characters. As soon as it appeared, the characters began to stir. Each one flickered with golden light, brightening and fading, as they spun rapidly around the God-Slaying Gold.
The ninety-nine characters, each like a condensed sun, moved without any discernible pattern. They traveled at different speeds and in different directions, yet never collided.
As the characters moved, the distortion at the center grew even more violent.
Under Bai Yang's gaze, the God-Slaying Gold in the distorted space began to melt rapidly. In less than a minute, it had completely liquefied into a mass of black fluid.
Black smoke rose from the liquid God-Slaying Gold, and its volume shrank as though it were shedding impurities.
This transformation continued for three hours, until at last no more black smoke appeared on the surface of the liquid metal.
The God-Slaying Gold was still liquid, but it had become a smooth, rounded mass about three meters in diameter. It was pitch-black and deep, with the surrounding void warping around it, making it look like a black hole that could swallow even light.
The ninety-nine golden characters around it now moved even faster. Under the influence of some mysterious force, the