Shen Le had not never repaired earth that had been burned by fire.
While restoring the Coral Tree Ancient Residence—or rather, restoring Huang Yutong—he had more than once removed bricks from the walls and tiles from the roof, then infused them with the power of earth.
Each time, those bricks, those tiles, those objects formed through the power of flame, had responded well to his will:
They became harder and denser. Their loose internal pores were filled, while the salts within those pores flowed out with the water. The stubborn bacteria and fungi were wiped out under the powerful spiritual-energy vibrations.
Their broken sections fused back together, becoming whole once more. Even patterns blurred by time became sharp and distinct again.
But this time, he had failed. For some reason, the porcelain tower fragments had not responded to his will.
He released one hand, and the porcelain shard he had been holding tilted downward. Then, with a soft clink, it fell onto the soft velvet cloth on the table.
It was clear that the sharp fractured edges between the two shards remained exactly as before, with no sign of lingering connection or even slight adhesion.
Shen Le frowned, closed his eyes to sense the condition of the break, and after a long while, shook his head with a sigh.
No.
They simply wouldn't stick together by force.
Perhaps porcelain had been fired at much higher temperatures than tiles and bricks, causing far greater changes to its earthen composition. Or perhaps this porcelain tower, which had been used as a demon-sealing tower (?), had been contaminated by too much foreign aura within, making ordinary methods incapable of rejoining it.
Or perhaps the tower had been sliced into countless pieces by flying swords darting back and forth, and the sword qi still