Within the Cosmic Dojo.
The chaotic currents surged endlessly like tides, sometimes gathering into whirlpools, sometimes dispersing into mist. They transformed this space, separate from the present world, into a primordial wilderness from the dawn of creation.
Chen Yan suddenly appeared. An indescribable exhaustion swept over him, and he sat down cross-legged on the spot.
Beside him, the section of Dark Gold Chains he had forcibly torn from the Corpse Dragon crashed to the ground with a clang.
Purple-black dragon blood still dripped from the chains, each drop leaving a different-sized pit in the incredibly sturdy platform. Wisps of green smoke hissed from the edges.
It was the blood of a ninth-tier Corpse Dragon.
Even a single drop contained enough terrifying power to corrode space.
"That was intense..."
Chen Yan grinned and sucked in a breath, raising a hand to wipe the congealed blood from his chin.
The blood melted in his palm from his body heat, revealing the new skin beneath.
He laboriously rolled over and sat up cross-legged.
With a slight movement of his mind, he casually pushed aside the heavy sections of Dark Gold Chains beside him. Then he opened his right palm.
A fist-sized bead, entirely purple-black, hovered quietly above his palm. It seemed to contain countless stars, swirling within.
Inside the bead, an extremely sinister will thrashed wildly, trying to break free.
But whenever that will touched the bead's surface, a gentle yet boundless golden light suppressed it. This was the Power of Faith, keeping what should have become the source of a calamity firmly under control.
Inside the bead, only the purest and most violent energy remained, surging wildly like an active volcano on the verge of eruption, its crater forcibly held shut.
Chen Yan stared at the bead, the corner of his mouth