"What do I want?"
Faced with the question Ye Xiu had thrown back at him, the spirit of the Heaven-Earth Furnace felt an inexplicable irritation rise within him.
Yes, for most beings who possessed power, that power had not been theirs from birth.
Through trials and hardships, one's will would gradually be tempered into resilience.
This was what was known as the heart that sought the Dao.
What one sought did not truly matter.
What mattered was never losing one's way—having a marker in the distance to guide one onward.
Did the spirit of the Heaven-Earth Furnace understand such a purpose?
Of course he did.
Rather, he knew far too much.
Born within the Heaven-Earth Furnace, after his spiritual intelligence first awakened, the first traces of living beings he had seen came from the small dwelling where the successive patriarchs of the Heavenly Craftsmen Tribe had lived.
Forge divine artifacts.
Bless the Heavenly Craftsmen.
Everyone could forge.
Every patriarch through the generations had possessed his own cherished wish.
By all rights, the spiritual intelligence born from within the Heaven-Earth Furnace should have inherited these things...
But if it had truly been so natural and inevitable, how could an awareness like his have come into being?
Spiritual power was the foundation contained within all things, possessing infinite adaptability and possibility.
Yet the myriad things born from it were each different.
Spiritual power could be driven; only those with self-awareness were living beings.
The living being born from the Heaven-Earth Furnace had faced the forging flames day after day. It was precisely because several different thoughts had arisen in his heart that he had come into existence.
"Who the hell understands what you're saying?!"
For some reason, the irritated spirit of the Heaven-Earth Furnace suddenly roared.
As he moved, the flames on