Or should he stop here, obediently refine his Curios, and let the Buddhist Cultivator Society's people become food for the ancient city?
Just as Yang Yong was hesitating...
Ding!
The long-absent system sound rang out.
What was this?
Yang Yong's hesitation instantly turned to excitement.
That sound-the Thousand-Hammer, Hundred-Refinement Furnace had actually been stirred.
As a rule, the Thousand-Hammer, Hundred-Refinement Furnace would never react unless there was a major treasure.
The last time the furnace had emerged of its own accord was at the Coffin Temple, where it had swallowed that Yellow Talisman.
That Yellow Talisman... capable of breaking out through the boundary.
In other words, there was treasure inside the ancient city.
Something the Thousand-Hammer, Hundred-Refinement Furnace considered a treasure.
Yang Yong silently repeated to himself, Furnace, give me a hint. What exactly is inside the ancient city?
He waited one breath. Two breaths. Three breaths.
There was no response at all.
No matter what Yang Yong said, the Thousand-Hammer, Hundred-Refinement Furnace remained as silent as if it were dead. It neither explained nor pointed him in any direction.
It merely gave him a one-word hint...
Follow.
Follow?
Just one word.
Yang Yong sat cross-legged on the Artifact-Refining Platform, his fingers clenched white, his fists tightening and loosening.
He looked down at the backs of his hands, his knuckles protruding and his veins bulging.
He rarely hesitated like this.
Logically speaking...
What he should have been doing now was using the Curio Materials the logistics robots kept bringing back to keep increasing the number of Curios he refined and accelerate the opening of his apertures.
That was the safest path.
Steady progress, accumulating day after day-sooner or later, he could build himself up to Sequence 3.
There was no need to take risks, no need to face that thing