"Then what do you have in mind... let's hear it?"
At that, a faint smile curled Feng Qingyang's lips.
The smile spread gently from the corners of his mouth, carrying a casual composure. He raised a hand to rub the back of his neck and shrugged, looking as relaxed as if they were discussing what to have for dinner.
"It's simple..."
He paused, his turquoise phoenix eyes narrowing slightly as his gaze swept over the three piles of spoils, as though he had already rehearsed the entire process a thousand times in his head.
"Use their bones and refine them into one..."
He slowly raised both hands, his fingers gradually curling inward in midair, as though kneading an invisible lump of clay.
"Along the way, we'll temper the Dark Dragon Core, those Soul Rings, and the Soul Bones directly into a whole, each part within the others, the others within each part..."
He paused, the smile on his lips deepening with a hint of wickedness.
"Then temper it with secret arts and sinister sorcery... and turn it into a perfectly integrated evil undead beast..."
He tilted his head toward Electrolux beside him, a spectral gleam shifting within his turquoise phoenix eyes.
"What do you think...?"
Hearing this, Electrolux rubbed his chin.
His translucent soul form swayed slightly above the Yin-Yang Floor. His gray-white hair drifted gently in the tower's windless air, flecks of light dispersing from its edges at an unhurried pace.
His dark golden eyes lowered slightly, as though he were swiftly working through the feasibility of this method in his mind.
After a moment, he voiced his question, his voice low and hoarse.
"If you put it that way... wouldn't the thing you create fight purely with its body...?"
He tilted his head slightly, a trace of doubt