The instant this First Sand Sea Divine Sacrifice, Nahar, produced a drop of golden water in his palm, Ye Zhen's eyes flew wide in shock.
"You should be no stranger to this thing, should you?" Nahar stared intently at the golden droplet in his palm, his gaze utterly focused.
It did not feel as though he were looking at a drop of water. That look was like a man gazing at a lover bound to him through life and death, never to part—focused to the utmost.
"This old man can tell that you have already forged a primordial spirit. These past few days, under the name of a divine envoy, you must have obtained quite a bit of this Power of All Beings, correct?"
"This thing is called the Power of All Beings?" Ye Zhen nodded honestly and asked.
"It has many names. We call it the Power of All Beings here. Ancient texts also call it the Power of Faith. Within the Heaven Temple, it is known as Divine Power of Faith. In the trading markets atop the clouds, it is also called Primordial Holy Water," Nahar said.
"Power of All Beings, Power of Faith? Primordial Holy Water?" These names only made Ye Zhen more confused. "Senior, I know this thing must be extremely precious, but I do not understand why it is the most precious thing in the Yizhi Sand Sea."
"Whether it is the Power of All Beings or the Power of Faith, judging from how I obtained it, I can be certain that its creation cannot be separated from the countless Sand Clan people in this desert sea. The Sand Clan people could even be called its producers. Then no matter what, shouldn't the Sand Clan people who produce it be the most precious and valuable