Of the four female ghosts on the Four Yang God-Sealing Banner, the other three could not even produce a complete syllable.
Only Yezi could speak clearly, one word at a time.
Was it because Yezi had been transformed from a Sequence Transcendent?
Or had the Thousand-Hammer, Hundred-Refinement Furnace tampered with something when it pushed her onto the Three-Yang God-Sealing Banner?
Yang Yong turned the question over and over in his mind. The more he thought about it, the more something seemed wrong.
He asked.
He said it aloud once, transmitted it through his mind once, then relayed it through his connection with the Four Yang God-Sealing Banner once more.
Three times.
Yezi gave no response.
Not a single word.
Yang Yong's face darkened.
So all she had gained was the ability to speak. At her core, she was still a soul without any independent consciousness. He had read too much into it.
What he failed to notice was that, at the very moment he tried to communicate with Yezi, the seed that had lain dormant for so long deep inside the Ten-Thousand-Forged Primordial Furnace trembled faintly.
The tremor was so very slight that it would have been impossible to notice without watching it specifically.
It was like someone buried at the bottom of an abyss a hundred thousand feet deep, straining with every last ounce of strength to respond to something.
But it was too weak.
So weak that Yang Yong sensed nothing at all.
The sounds of forging had long since grown scarce, with a single clang coming only after a long interval.
It was as though the seed lacked some crucial material, bringing the entire forging process to a standstill.
Yang Yong had long since stopped paying attention to it.
He had forgotten it completely, as though he