The Profound Mysteries of Dao Language

After Master Nail finished speaking, he fell silent again. He told Wu Tao that he was going to refine this Black Bead and melt the two Coffin Nails into one.

Unless it was necessary, Wu Tao was not to disturb him.

"All right, Master Nail. I understand." Wu Tao nodded. His mind withdrew from the Sea of Divine Sense, and his gaze fell on the Jade Slip in his hand.

"Dao Language? What is Dao Language?"

Wu Tao murmured, then immediately pressed the Jade Slip to his forehead and read it with his divine sense.

Yet the moment his divine sense entered the Jade Slip, he was utterly dumbfounded. There were no written records inside at all, only voice after voice of Dao Language, rising and falling within his divine sense.

That mysterious melody kept circling around his divine sense.

"Looks like to comprehend this Dao Language, I have to comprehend this special melody."

Just as he was about to listen carefully to the melody of this Dao Language, Wu Tao suddenly sensed movement in his Sea of Divine Sense. He immediately withdrew his divine sense from the Jade Slip and sank it into the Sea of Divine Sense.

After his divine sense sank into the Sea of Divine Sense, he saw the two Coffin Nails in the center of the Sea of Divine Sense refining that black bead. That black bead rose and fell, black qi constantly spreading out from the Black Bead and being absorbed by the two Coffin Nails.

His divine sense stayed quietly to the side and did not go forward, because Master Nail had told him not to disturb him.

He watched in amazement as the Coffin Nails continuously refined the Black Bead. The two Coffin Nails had not fused together at this moment either,