Who in the world doesn't cling to life?
Enough said.
Xuan Ming slowly extended his palm, and amidst the chaos, countless snow-white threads shot forth, converging above this void land, forming a square Dao Stele.
This Dao Stele was identical to the one suspended in the void of the Holy Hall.
Except its emanating pressure was even more solidified.
"Send out your Divine Thought, then you can refine it."
Xuan Ming said with a smile, "Within this 'Holy Realm Core' lies a vast inheritance of Divine Treasures. Once you refine it, you'll need a long time to slowly digest it."
"Is this... the 'Core' of the Primordial Swallowing Sacred Realm?"
Xie Xuanyi gazed at the pure white Dao Stele before him, momentarily in a trance.
When stepping into the Secret Tomb.
He hadn't considered these things at all.
Swish!
Divine Thought entered the Dao Stele, and the snow-white Holy Realm Core was instantly refined.
The entire refinement process posed not the slightest difficulty.
