As time gradually passed, the more than three hundred Demon Cores were steadily absorbed under the influence of the supreme laws of time, space, and reincarnation.
Although these Demon Cores weren't True Spirits, compared to those True Spirit Essence Bloods, their effects weren't weaker—in fact, they were even somewhat stronger.
In the blink of an eye, half a year flew by.
"Condense for me!" On this day, inside the cave where Zhang Xiaohao was in closed-door cultivation, he suddenly opened his eyes and roared.
As his words fell, as if carrying some kind of magic power, the Principle Silk that had always been impossible to condense began to slowly gather.
The three distinct Principle Silks of time, space, and reincarnation emitted golden, white, and blood-red spiritual lights and began to condense in Zhang Xiaohao's spiritual sea.
