Crossing the turbulent void was a monotonous yet serene journey.
The Chaos Cauldron cleaved through the cold, dead silence, steadily navigating toward the Qianyuan Sect. Its cauldron walls kept the dark light restrained, and the newly formed demon scale patterns seemed to slumber, yet they possessed an inherent instinct to devour the dust of the void and refine it into pure energy.
Wáng Liù sat cross-legged by the edge of the cauldron, holding the "Black Demonic Rock Core" he had dug out from the core of the Nine-Finger Fortress. He chewed on it with a loud crunch, crunch, just like eating a baked sesame cake. His dark gold, indestructible Golden Body rippled with a metallic sheen, and with every chew, a trace of pure demonic ferocity and metallic essence melted into his flesh, bones, and blood. His aura grew increasingly dense and heavy, like an ancient mountain, as his Golden Body marched toward completion.
Chapter 611