``` [You sorted out every [limit-breaking], [concealment], and [soul-searching] minor divine ability you had plundered during your recent killing frenzy.]
[Then, with a thought, you directly activated the talent that radiated dazzling golden light.]
[—[Golden Talent: Fusion].]
[Golden light flowed through your sea of consciousness.]
[The space before you warped slightly, revealing a translucent interface like something found only in an online game.]
[But instead of a button hovering in its center, there was the phantom image of an ancient, weathered Alchemy Furnace.]
[A line of small crimson text appeared above the furnace:]
["Fusion available."]
["Why is this starting to look more and more like one of those digitized online game worlds..."]
[You could not help grumbling inwardly.]
[Then, directing your thoughts, you took that pile of multicolored divine ability light orbs]
[and dumped them all into the furnace on the fusion interface as though throwing out garbage.]
[Ding! Host's intent to fuse detected. Fusion available.]
[Ding! Fusion of minor divine abilities of the same type and rank detected. Fusion probability: 50%.]
["A standard fifty-fifty chance!"]
[You grumbled to yourself. The familiar calculation felt both reassuring and like a total rip-off.]
[Yet just as you were about to confirm, your gaze swept over the next line of the system notification, and your pupils abruptly contracted—]
[Ding! Spend fifty years of true lifespan to increase the fusion success rate?]
["Fifty years of true lifespan?"]
[Your heart gave a violent leap.]
[Did that not work out to trading one year of lifespan for a one-percent increase in the success rate?]
[This was outright robbery!]
[Although you had cultivated to the [Nascent Soul Early Stage] (Dao-Burying Fruit Position), your true lifespan amounted to a mere five hundred years.]
[It wanted to drain fifty years in one go—a full tenth of your life!]
[How