The fragment was swallowed by the magma, gradually disappearing from sight.
Wu Heng prayed to all the divine spirits and Buddhas he knew in his heart, his eyes fixed on the molten core at the center.
The next second, the bright heart of molten fire suddenly dimmed, the progress plummeting from 98.7% to 2.6%.
Wu Heng felt his heart clench sharply.
"Failed?" Lady floated to his shoulder, her voice tinged with disappointment.
If successful, it should be getting brighter.
Turning so dim all of a sudden clearly indicated failure.
Wu Heng nodded, sighed, and said, "Failed!"
Lady smacked her lips, "I told you to stop while ahead, now it's all wasted, right?"
"The road to success is always fraught with obstacles." Wu Heng glanced at her and took out another special item from his satchel, tossing it into the magma.
Every piece of special item made a 'sizzling' sound when dropped into the lava.
