"The Throne is melting!"
The Tyrant Lord's eyes trembled.
The Throne slowly melted away, transforming into a vast surge of spirit qi that flooded into his body.
It seemed as though the ringing of the Dao resounded beside his ears, shaking even the Tyrant Lord's soul as his consciousness sank into a field of white.
After an unknown amount of time, a point of light appeared within the white.
Violent spirit qi poured into the Tyrant Lord's body, flowing through his limbs and bones, cleansing his bloodline, and gradually forming a cave abode within him, its interior engraved with golden patterns.
Those patterns were the very ones originally carved upon the Throne.
"So that's how it is..."
The Tyrant Lord clenched his fist, spirit qi surging through his palm.
What Spirit Qi Recovery brought was not merely an enormous reserve of spirit qi. More importantly, it refined and purified the power one already possessed.
When Lords obtained their Thrones, they only gained a superficial grasp of elemental power. Their understanding of such power could only be called rudimentary; they had barely even entered the door, much less mastered it.
But now, under the effects of Spirit Qi Recovery, the Tyrant Lord felt that his control over elemental power had become far more thorough.
It was no longer as vague as before. He now had a clearer sense and understanding of his own power.
So this was what Spirit Qi Recovery felt like?
At that moment, every Lord underwent a transformation.
Countless Thrones floated in the air before melting into cave abodes and drifting into the bodies of those Lords.
But just then.
Rumble—!
A tremendous crash came from the east, its force shaking the heavens. Even the Tyrant Lord, far away in Bear Country, could sense the terrifying disturbance.
He