To be honest, He Zhao was genuinely stunned by the needle-tip-sized Star Core in his mind. He had thought the Star Core condensed by the Ancient God Gathering Star Technique would be different from ordinary people's, with some extraordinary qualities.
In the end, it had indeed reached the point of being different. It was terrifyingly small.
He did not know what color other people's condensed Star Cores were, but the blood-red light flashing on the Star Core inside his head was clearly the unique color of the Eight Pillar Gods' Lord of Flesh and Blood, Akris.
Even though it was something solidified from Stellar Energy, from inside to out, it still gave off a bloody stench of savagery, brutality, and bloodlust.
But did it really have to be only the size of a needle tip?
Compared to the Ancient God Star, the two simply could not be mentioned in the same breath. He exhausted everything he had learned in his life and still could not find a word that perfectly described the gap between them.
Speaking of which, if Grandpa Li found out about this, the old man might laugh himself to death on the sofa.
"I'll keep cultivating. I don't believe it can stay that tiny forever." Refusing to accept it, he chose to keep going. Bitter cultivation? To him, that counted for jack shit.
Almost the instant he made his decision, the image of the incomparably massive Flesh and Blood Planet slowly revolving in the dark, deep universe once again appeared in his mind.
Vast, unmatched Stellar Energy descended from above his head, turning into wisps of blood-colored aura that reeked of blood, bit by bit winding around the needle-tip-sized Star Core.
If one observed carefully, one could sense that it was indeed growing bit by bit; it