In the stone room, white-gold and crimson lights intertwined, resembling two small vortexes, frantically devouring the pure Geng Metal Origin Qi gushing from the cracks in the spring.
The Geng Metal Qi was incomparably sharp, carrying a biting coldness that sliced through the void; if an ordinary Cultivator were to absorb it directly, their Meridians would be shredded into pieces.
However, at this moment, whether it was Fang Hao's Chaos Spiritual Power or Crimson Phoenix's flame refinement, both were neutralizing this sharpness in their own profound ways, turning it into the purest form of nourishment.
Fang Hao was immersed in a marvelous Realm.
The Chaos Derivation Art was operating to its limit, and the vortex of Chaos Spiritual Power in his Dantian spun rapidly, continuously breaking down, assimilating, and absorbing the inflowing Geng Metal Qi.
