"It really is World Origin Power!"
Zhang Qingyuan murmured to himself, a glint flashing through his eyes.
He could sense that the World Origin Power before him, radiating an incomparably brilliant blue glow from within the bottle, was far richer than the World Origin Power he had obtained from killing Abyssal Demons with Myriad Transformations Realm strength!
It was nearly ten times as concentrated as the latter!
But the question was,
why would killing an Abyssal Demon at the Myriad Transformations level yield spoils of war like World Origin Power?!
Could this
be connected to some hidden secret?
For a time, countless thoughts seemed to surface in Zhang Qingyuan's mind.
A flash of inspiration passed by,
yet he could not grasp it no matter what.
Forget it.
Zhang Qingyuan shook his head, casting aside the many thoughts in his mind and no longer dwelling on them.
No matter what secrets the Abyssal Demons possessed,
for now, they had little to do with Zhang Qingyuan.
What he needed to do now
was to strive to increase his own strength.
If his strength reached the pinnacle of this world, then no secret would matter before him.
That was how he had always acted.
Back when he was in the Cloud Water Sect,
the sect's internal factions crushed against one another, and the various lineages fought without end.
Yet he had not become entangled in any of it. Instead, he had decisively withdrawn overseas, devoting himself wholeheartedly to cultivation advancement.
As a result, two or three hundred years later,
he returned bearing the strength of the Myriad Transformations Realm,
and the struggles of those people within the sect back then instantly became a joke!
Those fellows who had once tripped him up, seeking to scheme for certain benefits, were dragged directly into the