This spiritual vein was comparable to a supreme sacred vein of the immortal realm, more than enough to nurture an Immortal King.
The Daoist nodded slightly to express his satisfaction, reached out with a grab, and seized the spiritual vein. It rapidly shrank and obediently fell into his hand.
He turned to glance at Zhou Chuan, who could not help stepping backward. That smile-yet-not-a-smile expression was the most terrifying thing of all.
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