If the jade seal exploded, that meant something was wrong somewhere.
Shen Le tried twice more. Once, he used a jade seal with a crack in the middle that had been filled in. The other time, he used a jade seal whose middle was intact but had been forcibly pressed back together.
There was no difference between the two attempts. After the lines lit up and heated up, and the clay figurines around it began to turn, there was a snap—
This time, however, Shen Le had come prepared. He had set up a camera beside it—a specialized high-speed camera.
The footage showed that the jade seal had been completely normal at first. But after it charged to a certain point, around the lines—
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—slightly blurred images began to appear, spreading outward like a spiderweb.
They spread and spread. Once the blurred images had extended about a millimeter, the entire jade seal seemed to reach some kind of limit and suddenly exploded!
"So either I still didn't repair it quite right, and there's still some problem with the signal connection.
"Or the jade seal simply can't bear the load, and it still has to be a bronze seal."
Shen Le quickly narrowed it down to two possibilities. As for which one it was—
"Ah, if only I could calculate the correct paths of the seal script and Talismans inside this bronze seal..."
Shen Le sighed softly. The next moment, colorful light burst forth behind him, passing over his shoulders and illuminating the entire Studio—
—as well as rows upon rows of clay figurines with different shapes and expressions.
Shen Le spun around sharply.
"Lan Zhuang!"
Without a word,