"But wouldn't that be a little too confident?" Yang Hao shook his head.
"Right, I could try talking to him."
"Who are you? Why do you want me to go inside?"
His divine power carried his booming voice toward the ship.
"I am..."
"I am... I've been dead for countless ages. Heh, I can't even remember my own name. How ironic."
"What?" Yang Hao was stunned.
He had spent all that time speculating, considering both favorable and unfavorable possibilities, yet judging by what the other party said, this probably wasn't a Supreme Treasure Spirit.
"You're not a Supreme Treasure Spirit?"
"Haha! In life, I was a mighty being of extraordinary power. How could I possibly be a Supreme Treasure Spirit?"
"Then why are you inside a Supreme Treasure?" Yang Hao asked.
"So many questions, little fellow. Very well."
The ancient voice, filled with desolation, paused before continuing.
"This Supreme Treasure you speak of belonged to someone just as powerful as I was. It was the signature treasure that made his name."
"Of course, where we lived, we called treasures like this Mechanical Flow Treasures."
"He and I shared a blood feud, so we fought a long, drawn-out war. By your reckoning, that intermittent battle lasted several Reincarnation Eras!"
"What? A single intermittent battle lasted several Reincarnation Eras?" Yang Hao was startled.
How powerful would they have to be to wage such a battle?
"Haha! In the end, I proved superior. He was no match for me and could only cower inside this Mechanical Flow Supreme Treasure."
"But our hatred had reached its limit. In my fury, I charged into the Mechanical Flow Supreme Treasure, and we ultimately perished together."
"By a stroke of chance, a wisp of my consciousness remained within this Mechanical Flow Supreme Treasure. The voice you hear..."