After a sigh, his attention quickly focused on the center of his consciousness sea.
There, Zhou Qing's Primordial Spirit languidly floated, its light dim.
Compared to the vast consciousness sea, this Primordial Spirit seemed so small and fragile.
"Hahaha!" Nangong Xiongba's wild laughter caused ripples in the consciousness sea, "What about the prodigy known throughout the Imperial City? Now, you're nothing but a lamb waiting to be slaughtered!"
The seven-colored Primordial Spirit expanded excitedly, emitting greedy fluctuations, "Once I devour you, take your place..."
Before the words were finished, a chilling sensation suddenly struck.
Xiongba abruptly halted his steps, looking around cautiously.
Quickly, he saw behind Zhou Qing's Primordial Spirit, a strange four-colored flower slowly emerging.
The silver, red, blue, and gold petals each rotated, emitting completely different Dao Rhymes.
