Three months later, in a small village twenty miles outside Lang City, Wang Linchi stared at the fleshy egg throbbing in his hand. It pulsed with vitality, much like a Longevity Fruit.
This was his accomplishment: a ghost of a kind never seen before, still in the midst of incubation.
He had initially thought one month would suffice, but it ended up taking three. The delay was primarily due to the overwhelming rejection. He had to use two Longevity Fruits to complete it.
Once hatched, its Potential would definitely not be inferior to that of ghosts like Wuchang, Judge, or other similar spectral divinities. He couldn't guarantee its strength, only its Potential. After all, he had no assurance it could even survive to actualize that Potential. He himself wasn't sure he could survive in a chaotic era teeming with powerful Transcendent beings, let alone an egg.
