A trace of astonishment appeared on Lin Xuan's face, but immediately afterward, he sank into thoughtful silence. He reached out with his right hand and took the Spirit Beast Bag from his waist.
White light flashed, and a little thing appeared before him.
The little fellow was about the size of a ball, its whole body round and plump, its limbs short and stubby, covered in white down. It looked extremely adorable.
The little fellow had originally been drowsy-eyed, but after landing, it looked around and suddenly perked up. It stuck out its tongue and licked the corner of its mouth, and its whole body was abruptly enveloped in a hazy layer of white light. Then something wondrous happened. The spiritual energy spilling out from inside and outside Yue'er's body seemed to have found an outlet; all of it swarmed toward the strange little beast and was sucked into its body.
Lin Xuan was overjoyed.
This spirit beast was indeed extraordinary. Although he still had not figured out what divine abilities it possessed, the fact that it could absorb spiritual energy alone made it anything but ordinary. Most importantly, at this very moment, it had truly helped him enormously.
At the same time, in the vicinity of this small mountain, a large number of cultivators had gathered. Just now, silver serpents had danced wildly in the sky, lightning had pierced the air, and spiritual energy had surged madly. This abnormal sign of heaven and earth was clearly no ordinary natural phenomenon, but the omen of someone about to form their Core.
The expressions on the cultivators' faces varied, and no one knew what each of them was thinking.
Compared with other places, Guiluo City was relatively peaceful, but undercurrents still surged, and the great powers pressed and crushed one another...