The days spent in cultivation always passed swiftly.
In the first palace, Xiao Ye sat solemnly in a cross-legged position, holding a Mid-grade Primordial Stone in his hand. His body was interwoven with three intense beams of light, illuminating the entire palace.
Most of the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi absorbed into his body was devoured by the cyan Xuandan, with only a small amount being distributed between the other two Xuandans.
Boom!
As time passed, the aura emanating from Xiao Ye grew increasingly vigorous, sweeping across like intense magma, suffocating those around, even Little White was frightened and scurried away.
In front of Xiao Ye, the Mid-grade Primordial Stone dwindled at a visible rate, its ashes floating around his body.
