Ye Qingyun took it all in, a flicker of surprise passing through his heart. His previous deductions had been correct after all. Those five Yang and two Yin energies, possessing identical bloodlines, were indeed intended to forge a specific physical vessel. The brass pendant and the brass ring had played their roles in this, seemingly acting as keys to facilitate the fusion of these energies and channel some greater power.
Ye Qingyun couldn’t help but think of the small brass tower still held by the white-clad "Ye Qingyun." What did that object signify? Was it the same kind of artifact as the pendant and the ring? Or did it serve some other purpose entirely?
As the seven streams of light merged into one, the sky for ten thousand miles dimmed in an instant. Even the once-roaring sea fell into an eerie silence, heavy with the suffocating tension that precedes a mountain storm. Watching that grey orb of light, Ye Qingyun could vaguely discern a figure taking shape within.
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