As Wang Ping completed his hand seals, the black metal sphere absorbed the Wood Spirit Qi he had gathered. Runes shimmering with dreamy, multicolored halos emerged across its surface, casting flickering reflections in Wang Ping's eyes.
Yulian could not help shrinking her neck, pressing her head against Wang Ping's cheek. After her Vertical Pupils avoided the light radiating from the metal sphere, she gathered her courage and cautiously stretched forward again.
Wang Ping clearly sensed the Wood Spirit Qi he had gathered being absorbed by the metal sphere. When his Primordial Spirit entered the tiny metal ball, all he saw was boundless darkness. It felt as though he were using his Primordial Spirit to probe the universe beyond the world, as if he would never see its borders.
"What an exquisite thing. The runes on its surface have no pattern, as though they were born of heaven itself, yet I can sense that they contain rules beyond words."
Yulian whispered to Wang Ping, "It should possess its own consciousness, yet it is as quiet as a stone. No, that is not right. Perhaps it is more like a sage, quietly watching... watching what, exactly..."
She could not find words to describe it.
Wang Ping also sensed a tranquil consciousness within the seemingly tiny black sphere, something like the artifact spirit of the Purgatory Banner. Yet this consciousness was quiet—quieter even than Mingshui—and exceptionally composed.
Moreover, the runes across its metallic surface were just as Yulian had said: without any pattern, yet seemingly possessing one. It was simply beyond Wang Ping's current knowledge to comprehend.
Wang Ping suppressed the unnecessary thoughts in his heart and, following the secret art described in his memories, cautiously continued supplying the metal sphere with Wood Spirit Qi. He did not know how much time passed