Yang Yong immersed his entire mind in it. Everything outside ceased to concern him.
Until, just as he neared completion, the Evil Eye moved.
The eyeball suddenly flew up, wrapped in dark red light, and slammed into the space between the new body's brows.
A searing pain struck, as though someone had driven a red-hot iron spike through his forehead and deep into his skull.
Yang Yong gritted his teeth.
Then the Nine Nether Bone Armor turned into a streak of black light and sank into his dantian.
Countless currents of eerie power churned inside the furnace, and scarlet flames burned the entire space into an inferno.
Flesh covered the final gaps.
Between his brows, dark red markings flashed, then vanished into his soul.
Within his dantian, a black wheel of light slowly revolved.
His skin formed, his flesh and bones joined, and the scarlet flames surrounding him abruptly contracted before exploding outward. The entire Ten-Thousand-Forged Primordial Furnace shook.
A clear ringing rose within the furnace, growing steadily louder, like an ancient bell being struck, until the furnace walls hummed with the vibrations.
Yang Yong opened his eyes.
There, within a perfect physical body, all his powers had finally fused completely.
The Evil Eye was no longer borrowed power, the Nine Nether Bone Armor was no longer armor worn over his body, and the Ten-Thousand-Forged Primordial Furnace was no longer merely a tool.
Everything was internalized, everything united, everything real.
Before, using the Evil Eye had felt like looking at the world through a thin membrane. No matter what he did, he could never truly touch... the source of that power.
However powerful the Nine Nether Bone Armor was, there had always been a divide between "wearing" it and "becoming" it.
That had been even more true of the Ten-Thousand-Forged