Then the City Lord's next words shattered his wishful thinking:
"Take over the duties of Mechanical City and protect this world from invasion by Outsiders..."
He paused.
"Until its destruction."
What?
Yang Yong backed away repeatedly.
Fuck!
How could that be okay?
Didn't that mean that once he became the City Lord of Mechanical City, he would be bound to this world?
If the world lived, he lived.
If the world perished, he would be buried along with it.
Yang Yong shook his head like a rattle drum.
He was still hoping to find a way to break through that so-called "Heaven-Sealing Earth-Quelling, Four Spirits Seal Suppression" and escape.
How could he let a mere Mechanical City lock him here?
Without a second thought, he said firmly:
"I'll forge it."
This time, Yang Yong did not use the Ten-Thousand-Forged Primordial Furnace.
The Ten-Thousand-Forged Primordial Furnace was still forging those seven dwarfs for the City Lord's Seven Emotions Avatars.
He directly summoned the phantom of the Thousand-Hammer, Hundred-Refinement Furnace.
Everyone's vision blurred for a moment.
The phantom of a furnace appeared out of thin air.
That phantom grew as the wind swept over it.
Ten meters.
Twenty meters.
Fifty meters.
A hundred meters.
Soon, a massive furnace over a hundred meters tall stood before everyone.
Densely packed runes flowed with golden light across its body.
Every rune brightened and dimmed as though breathing.
The phantom grew increasingly solid.
Eventually, it became as solid as a physical object.
The texture of metal.
The overwhelming pressure of a mountain.
Then...
The furnace's mouth abruptly opened.
A chain shot out from within.
Clatter...
Like a giant steel python, the chain lashed viciously down at the Treasure Pavilion!
Crack!
The Treasure Pavilion's doors were instantly smashed to pieces.
Materials flew out one after another.
Incomparably