As the Hall of the Doomsday Apocalypse entered Lin Qi's body, a streak of red light swept across him and took a drop of his blood.
Just as when the Osmanthus Tree had acknowledged Lin Qi's identity, the Hall of the Doomsday Apocalypse meticulously analyzed that drop of blood in one ten-thousandth of a finger snap. Only then did this strange hall finally settle within Lin Qi's sea of qi.
After the Osmanthus Tree took root before the great hall, green light and four-colored strange radiance reflected one another, seemingly exchanging a vast amount of information in an instant. That deep, emotionless, icy voice rang out in Lin Qi's mind. "Hall of the Doomsday Apocalypse of Heaven Mountain, Divine Realm of the Primordial World, pays its respects!"
After that, the great hall did not utter another word. Compared with the somewhat talkative Osmanthus Tree, it was quiet to the utmost extreme.
But its silence did not mean it made no move at all. The tightly shut doors of the great hall burst open with a boom, and a babbling stream formed from four-colored strange radiance flowed out through them. It slowly ran across the plaza before the hall, finally spilling over the edge.
Drop after drop of flickering four-colored liquid seeped into Lin Qi's sea of qi, turning into steaming mist that swiftly circulated through his body along with his earthen-yellow battle qi. Wherever the four-colored mist passed, Lin Qi could clearly sense his physical strength being reinforced bit by bit. From muscles to bones, from marrow to organs, every part of his body was strengthening at the fastest possible speed.
He had slain several demigods on the Eastern Continent. The Osmanthus Tree had devoured vast amounts of their blood qi and vital essence, and Lin Qi had also stored