Invisible ripples spread outward in ring after ring.
They were exceedingly faint, exceedingly gentle, sweeping over every flower, blade of grass, tree, house, and road; every healthy or sick person and animal.
They caused no harm whatsoever to lifeless matter or living things. Only those who had already lost their lives yet remained in this world temporarily due to the resurgence of spiritual energy received a gentle summons:
"Come... come... come here... This is the way home, this is your homeland, this is a place where you can rest in peace... All children of Huaxia may find shelter here..."
Shen Le did not know how Azi had developed such an ability, nor did he know how it had acquired such restrictions.
But he thought the ability was quite good, and he had no objections to those restrictions either. For that, he was even willing to lend Azi a hand and provide it with energy:
"Come on, let's give it a push. Let me see where the limits of your ability are..."
A torrent of heat surged forth. Shen Le closed his eyes and focused, generously pouring the heat from his palms into the Pottery House, causing a faint glow to bloom across its body.
Gradually, the rough, not-quite-smooth glaze on the Pottery House's surface began to shine. At a glance, its glaze seemed to be transforming toward the texture of porcelain, of jade:
[Give me some! A little more! More! I can do it! I can still take it!!!]
Azi shouted excitedly within Shen Le's sea of consciousness.
Meanwhile, sweat beaded on Shen Le's forehead. He even withdrew his outward senses, sending countless strands of spiritual power probing into every corner of the Pottery House, determined not to let it overload with energy and crack—or even explode:
"Let's slow down!