At this moment, Ye Xiwen could not afford to worry about accidentally hurting anyone. Besides, weren't these people lurking nearby precisely to pick up the spoils?
He flew straight toward the depths like a streak of light. The giant hand behind him kept pursuing him, only giving up after quite some time. It was not that its owner intended to spare Ye Xiwen, but that they had entered the depths of the God Tomb, where the various lethal formations became even more formidable. It was no longer possible for him to strike as freely as before, allowing Ye Xiwen to escape disaster.
This made Ye Xiwen heave a slight sigh of relief. Though he did not know who had acted, that aura was far too much stronger than his own and gave him an immense sense of danger.
He had finally pushed into the God Tomb Core and witnessed an utterly shocking sight. It was an enormous palace, stretching over a thousand miles in both length and width. Within the palace, a figure sat upon a throne. The figure was faint and indistinct, impossible to see clearly, as though something enshrouded its body. Even space had been twisted, making its features utterly impossible to discern.
It vaguely gave him an extremely dangerous feeling, the feeling of a life level surpassing his own. Countless Elixir Dao Laws flickered around it as streams of light, manifesting and darting endlessly through the void, tearing across the sky. Within this dark, silent environment, they were like stars in the cosmos.
Ye Xiwen quietly comprehended them. These Elixir Dao Laws had actually all manifested. The Mysterious Space within his body spun ceaselessly, frantically calculating all kinds of information concerning the Elixir Dao, which he absorbed in full. His comprehension of the path of alchemy rose