This notification sounded different from every one before it.
It carried clear emotion, a certain almost "human" intonation, thoroughly confirming what Yang Yong had suspected all along...
An autonomous consciousness really did exist inside the Thousand-Hammer, Hundred-Refinement Furnace.
[Ding! If you wish to keep her, there is only one way: make her the fourth main soul of the Six-Yang God-Sealing Banner.] [Ding! Energy required.]
Yang Yong knew perfectly well what the Thousand-Hammer, Hundred-Refinement Furnace meant by energy.
Eerie.
But right now, even though he had just swallowed that Source of Eerie finger bone, even though part of the Evil Eye Lord's consciousness was still sealed in his left hand, he had no confidence whatsoever in taking on that Netherworld Ancient Tree.
It was an existence on an entirely different level. Facing it head-on meant seeking death.
But...
What about the countless evil ghosts beneath the Netherworld Ancient Tree?
Those things were not particularly powerful. Like zombies, all they did was bite and tear at their prey in the most primitive way.
There was no end to them.
They were the lowest, most abundant source of nourishment in this sea-of-trees domain.
And right now, in Yang Yong's eyes, that nourishment was the finest material available.
He did not hesitate at all.
With a thought, the Ten-Thousand-Forged Primordial Furnace suddenly expanded.
The furnace rapidly grew amid a rumbling roar. Within a few breaths, it had expanded to dozens of meters across, hovering above his head and spinning round and round.
Its opening faced downward, aimed at the chaotic battlefield.
Then...
A powerful suction erupted from its mouth.
That suction condensed into a tangible vortex, opening a gaping, abyssal maw.
Driven by pure instinct, the evil ghosts were frantically biting and tearing at everything around them that was not their own