Yang Yong lowered his head, his left hand extending unconsciously.
With a soft hum, a miniature Ten-Thousand-Forged Primordial Furnace materialized in his palm, spinning round and round.
Fifteen points of light shone like stars on the furnace, their positions corresponding precisely to the apertures in his own body.
This was the true nature of the Artifact Condensation Realm, Sequence Two of the Ten-Thousand-Forged Primordial Furnace Sequence...
Opening all 365 apertures on the Ten-Thousand-Forged Primordial Furnace, refining essence, energy, and spirit to forge a supreme foundation.
The path ahead was clear.
He was no longer in that desperate state of running blindly.
He only needed to proceed step by step, opening the remaining apertures one by one, and he could steadily advance to Sequence Three.
This was painstaking work, and patience was the one thing he never lacked.
Yang Yong clenched his hand. The miniature furnace turned into points of light and sank into his flesh, and his drive blazed like fire.
He was just about to close his eyes and continue opening his apertures when the radio suddenly crackled with static.
Zou Wei's slightly hoarse voice came through, its tone flat, yet it sent the temperature throughout the cabin plunging several degrees.
"Everyone, we're almost at the Survival Convoy's current camp."
"You need to decide whether to leave or stay."
No one in the vehicle made a sound.
"If any of you want to board this Never-Ending Steam Train, you're more than welcome."
"But there's one condition I must make clear right now."
Zou Wei paused, as though reciting a rule he had repeated countless times, every word steeped in an inexplicable meaning.
"Once you board this Steam Train, you can't get off."
"Unless..."
The static abruptly crackled loudly.
"Unless you become stronger than this Never-Ending Steam Train and can