Looking at the black stone mortar, Lin Changqing frowned.
But even if it was a treasure, what use was it?
Lin Changqing tried to refine it, but layer upon layer of black blood erupted with boundless energy and blood qi, making his soul tremble and blood spill from the corner of his mouth.
He simply couldn't refine it!
That was the blood crust of Pangu's essence blood. Who could refine it?
He couldn't refine it, nor could he store it inside his divine ability space.
Lin Changqing frowned and began infusing it with his Divine Demon Power again.
This time, the Divine Demon Power actually clashed with the blood-colored energy, and the Divine Demon Power even gained the upper hand!
The power of the Divine Demon Prison Suppression Art was actually on a higher level than Pangu's.
Although Lin Changqing had witnessed this when climbing Buzhou Mountain earlier, he was still utterly shocked.
After a fierce struggle, the Divine Demon Power directly suppressed Pangu's bloodline and coursed through the stone mortar, inside and out.
Boom!!
An immense weight descended. The stone mortar, already as heavy as a mountain, suddenly became a hundred times heavier!
Caught off guard, Lin Changqing failed to hold on, and the mortar dropped to the ground.
Amid the crash, the entire hall—hard as it was—remained firmly connected to the black mountain.
The mountaintop of Buzhou Mountain had long since lost the surface rocks found on its middle and lower slopes. It was entirely black stone: the very body of Buzhou Mountain!
The Pangu Hall was also made entirely of this black stone, as if it were one with the mountain. Though it had a bronze hue, it was just as hard as Buzhou Mountain itself.
Yet when the stone mortar fell, it kicked up a boundless