Chu Mu raised a hand in summons. From within Treasure Mountain, a pale blue stone the size of a millstone floated before him.
At the level of rules, so-called color and shape were merely human perceptions. To other races, they might appear as different colors, different shapes.
The only basis for identifying a Rule Spiritual Object lay in the rules contained within it.
Any Rule Spiritual Object was inevitably born in a Rule Land.
This Rule Land could be a place where a world had been destroyed and its rules thrown into chaos; it could be the countless unknown transformations within the void of Outside Realm Chaos; it could be a natural celestial phenomenon within heaven and earth; or it could be spirit plants and Spirit Mines naturally evolved within a grand world such as the Spirit Realm...
Yet without question, even in the Spirit Realm, any spiritual object involving the level of rules was rare in the absolute sense.
Just as there was a gulf between immortal and mortal, so too was there such a gulf between possessing rules and lacking them!
Within the perception of his Divine Sense, this Spirit Mine shed all outward appearances. Its inner core rules shimmered with dazzling rule radiance, like stars scattered across the heavens.
Every speck of rule radiance contained the corresponding profundity of a rule.
As for what kind of rule profundity it was, that depended on the nature of the Spirit Mine.
After sensing it briefly, Chu Mu had no desire to examine it further. They were all nourishment; he only needed to devour them all.
His fingertip moved slightly, and a speck of Crimson Spirit Light glimmered there. With a light touch, that speck sank into the Spirit Mine, into those star-like points of rule radiance.
As the Crimson