Refining God, Welcoming the Bride

Song Changsheng's movements appeared rough, but in truth, he had attached a thread of spatial power to his fingertips, minimizing the damage as much as possible.

"Swish."

His fingertip descended lightly. An invisible force bloomed, and the table holding the gemstone was cleaved cleanly in two. The gemstone dropped straight to the floor with a crisp ring.

"Hiss..."

Seeing that the gemstone was completely unharmed, save for a faint white mark on its surface, Song Changsheng sucked in a sharp breath. At this moment, he became even more certain of this item's value.

That strike of his could slice through three feet of black iron as though cutting tofu, yet it had inflicted negligible damage upon this gemstone. Such hardness was exceedingly rare even among fourth-rank spirit materials.

"I'd like to see what exactly you are!"

Song Changsheng drew the gemstone into his palm. As dharma power surged, blades of space invisible to the naked eye formed in his hand and tightly enveloped the gemstone.

Under the frenzied erosion of the spatial blades, the gemstone's outer shell began peeling away layer by layer. Fine white powder scattered down in a steady shower, and before long, it had shrunk by several sizes.

As the shell continued to fall away, the trace of blood-red within the gemstone became increasingly distinct. Only then did Song Changsheng realize that the blood-red color could move, as if it were continuously flowing inside the gem.

"So there really is something inside."

Sharp light flashed in Song Changsheng's eyes as he hurriedly increased his speed. Soon, a breach appeared in the gemstone's shell. He immediately stopped and focused his attention on observing it.

Soon after, the blood-red substance within the gemstone slowly spread out. At the same time, a peculiar fragrance rapidly diffused throughout the room.

An