"What kind of being was that? Not the Holy Realm—could it have been the True God Realm?"
Fang Mo forcibly suppressed the tremor in his heart. The joy of his recent breakthrough had been shattered by that instantaneous surge of power. Merely the lingering will on a single scale had crushed his delight at advancing.
"Sure enough, I still have a long road ahead!"
He gripped the silver scale, his eyes growing clear again. The Holy Realm was not the end, merely the beginning. Beyond it lay the True God Realm and the Divine Lord Realm.
Yet a smile returned to his face as his gaze fell on the scale.
This scale was a treasure. Once he was strong enough, he could use it to forge an even more powerful weapon. His gaze then shifted to the broken scales scattered across the ground.
Those were scales shed by the Blood Thunder Sky-Rending Beast, Holy-tier materials perfect for forging Holy-grade items.
With a wave of his hand, he collected the scattered scales. Each was like a massive door panel, and there were dozens strewn across the ground.
Only after putting away the silver scale as well did he turn his gaze toward Yao Huang.
"Have you still decided to open the rift?"
Yao Huang's voice sounded in Fang Mo's mind. It was deep and resonant, yet Fang Mo detected a trace of exhaustion. He understood why.
The assault on the seal had likely cost Yao Huang a great deal of strength.
Fang Mo said respectfully:
"I still intend to open it, Senior. I will ensure that it places no greater burden on you and never causes the seal to collapse prematurely!"
Yao Huang said:
"It is fine. As long as you can deal with the Abyss Beasts that enter, the exchange