"Ha, hahahaha! After holding on for so long, this broken little bowl has finally been refined by this Qin."
When Qin Fengming had been inside the underground space for forty-two years, peals of wild laughter suddenly rang out from atop a tall stone platform, carrying hundreds of li without losing their energy.
The laughter, brimming with tremendous energy, rolled outward like surging river water, rapidly spreading in all directions.
In the pitch-black, silent, open space, there was nothing to obstruct it. The tremendous energy contained in those wild laughs was so powerful that if an Immortal King cultivator had been standing dozens of li away, even he might have had his mind seized in an instant.
Standing atop the stone platform, his figure shrouded in the white mist outside the divine palace, Qin Fengming held a broken little bowl flashing with five-colored radiance in his palm. Delight was impossible to suppress as it showed on his youthful face.
Repeating the process without interruption for more than forty years—if he had not possessed an unyielding mind, he absolutely could not have persevered.
Moreover, during the first thirty years, not the slightest hope had appeared. That Qin Fengming had managed to hold on was something that, looking back now, even made him feel immensely fortunate.
The little bowl now bore the mark of his divine soul. Although it had not undergone tempering by his Core Infant or been fused with his vital blood essence, making its connection with his mind incomparable to that of treasures such as the Glimmering Firefly Sword, he already felt as if he and the little bowl had become one.
Sensing the primordial aura surging from the little bowl, Qin Fengming was overjoyed, and an inexplicable, strange feeling welled up in his heart.
This feeling was so peculiar