Upper Ring, Luo Fan's residence.
Luo Fan held the Innate Yang Steel in his palm, its milky-white radiance lighting up his face.
The members of the Hope Convoy gathered around him, their eyes fixed on the fist-sized piece of metal.
"How do we use this thing?" Niu Dagang scratched his head. "Just stick it in a pocket? Wouldn't that mean we got it for nothing?"
Lin Feifei nodded too. "Exactly. Innate Yang Steel keeps all Weird from coming near, but we can't carry it around in our hands everywhere we go, can we?"
Luo Fan pondered for a moment. "Forge an Uncanny Artifact, or fuse it into one of our own. A material on the level of Innate Yang Steel can only show its true power when forged into an Uncanny Artifact, but there might not be more than a handful of craftsmen capable of forging it in the entire Apocalypse."
"Then what do we do?" Ai Si leaned against the doorframe, his ice-blue eyes fixed on the metal.
Luo Fan put the Innate Yang Steel away. "Return to Lin City first, then take our time working out a plan."
Everyone exchanged glances. No one objected.
The Beast Tide had retreated, and they had obtained the Innate Yang Steel. There truly was no point in staying in Holy City.
As for resting? They were Sequence Users. One sleepless night was nothing.
After quickly packing up, the Hope Convoy set off.
Several modified RVs drove slowly along Holy City's streets toward the Lower Ring, passed through the enormous archway, and entered the Gobi Desert.
The guard at the archway froze when he saw them.
"Mr. Luo Fan? Are you... leaving?"
The guard's voice was full of surprise. "You fought all night. Aren't you going to rest before leaving?"
Luo Fan leaned