A purple-gold Yuandan emerged before Qin Xuan. The core remained the size of a dragon’s eye, perfectly round and lustrous. However, the patterns on its surface were now more profound and mysterious. The interwoven purple-gold lines resembled two heavenly dragons coiling around it, creating an astonishing aura. It emanated a power so indescribable that the spiritual waves surging from it were as vast as a great river or the sea; even a master at the Early Huangji Realm would be no match for such potency.
"All those spirit stones have been squandered... the consumption is that massive?" Qin Xuan was slightly taken aback. Having been buried in his cultivation, he truly hadn't paid attention to the rate at which his spirit stones were disappearing. Before him, the once mountain-like pile of spirit stones had all crumbled into fine dust, their spiritual energy entirely refined by him. Including his previous reserves, he had refined a full million spirit stones in just three to five months. For an ordinary person, refining such a vast amount would have long since led to a breakthrough into the extreme realms, but Qin Xuan’s foundation was too profound and his spiritual energy too dense; his cultivation remained within the scope of the Yuandan Realm. Yet, in terms of combat power, Qin Xuan feared no so-called master of the extreme realms.
"All those belonging to Tianling Peak, assemble at the Tianling Platform." Suddenly, Ye Qingxuan’s cold, clear voice, amplified by spiritual pow…
Chapter 95