When Wu Heng returned to Hell Palace, three days had already passed.
He placed the Silver Cube on the table and stared at it for a long time.
The cube was small, slightly smaller than a fist. Its surface was smooth and unmarked, yet something moved inside it, like light trapped within.
That blade had backfired on Metatron and been reforged into this object by Wu Heng using "Skill." It was no longer a blade—it was a piece of authority.
The authority of Heaven, the authority of the Apocalypse, part of the power governing the Three Realms.
Hans crouched beside the table, the numbers in his eyes flickering. "This thing's energy readings... are higher than anything we've tested before."
Wu Heng nodded. "Metatron originally used it to kill people. Now, it can be used for something else."
"What?"
Wu Heng looked at him. "Saving people."
Over the next month, Wu Heng shut himself inside the Incantation Core Zone. The Silver Cube floated in midair, surrounded by energy crystals gathered from all across Hell.
Those crystals contained angels' holy light, demons' darkness, Purgatory's chaos, as well as divine fragments and leftover Incantation pages from Outer Gods collected from the human world.
He kneaded all of it together.
Not with a hammer, but with three kinds of power. After an entire day of refinement, the crystals melted into liquid and flowed into the Silver Cube.
The cube began to glow.
It was not the blade's blinding light, but a gentle glow like moonlight. It flowed across the cube's surface, forming lines of Incantation.
The Incantation lines were thin as hairs, densely covering the entire cube.
Hans stood nearby, recording every change. "Energy stable. Fusion rate at ninety-seven percent. We can begin."
Wu Heng drew three streams of light from the cube.
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