Feeling the changes in the sea of consciousness, the operation of Catastrophe Primordial Spirit became more abstruse, as if unable to suppress these fates any longer.
Zhou Bai immediately sat down cross-legged, activated the fate devouring technique, and started allowing his Catastrophe Primordial Spirit to devour fate.
In the sea of consciousness, a pale Primordial Spirit sitting cross-legged slightly opened its mouth, and strands of white fate surged into its mouth, circulating back and forth with Zhou Bai's thoughts.
Seeing Zhou Bai sit down and practice, Qian Wangsun shook his head helplessly, "Is there a need to hurry like this…" He glanced at the cave entrance, activated the power of the Primordial Spirit, buried and concealed the entrance, then sat beside Zhou Bai, waiting for the other to finish cultivating.
