The Sacred Fetus of the Northern Di

Zhang Sanxian swiftly shut his eyes, and the two blazing beams vanished at once.

The rock wall brutally ravaged by the beams finally returned to calm and began cooling down slowly.

"So this is my divine ability—laser eyes with an extremely high output."

Zhang Sanxian sighed faintly. "Sigh... the attack power is certainly strong enough, but there's no vision."

That was right. Perhaps because the power was too great, the light too intense, and his visual cells were absent.

These two newly grown eyeballs of his could see nothing but a sheet of pure white when opened.

Nothing else.

So... it was not exactly useless, just somewhat regrettable.

But after giving it some thought, Zhang Sanxian decided it did not matter.

He had wave perception anyway. Lacking vision merely meant he could not discern the colors of objects.

As for being unable to see other people's personal panels and therefore unable to learn their cultivation methods and skills—

Zhang Sanxian did not find that much of a concern either.

After all, the level of his true body was there for all to see; his cultivation experience and foundation were incomparably profound.

Thus, if Zhang Sanxian wished to create low-level cultivation methods at the first, second, third, or fourth tier—

He could easily create a whole pile of them, and every single one would be a rare treasure in this world.

"Whether in speed or destructive force, these laser eyes are more than sufficient. It's just..."

Zhang Sanxian slowly rose and sensed things briefly before shaking his head. "They consume a little too much energy, and the type of energy they require is rather specialized."

That was right. The "fuel" these eyes required was neither human vital essence nor natural energy from the outside world, but something known as—death qi.

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