Di Jun's fingers tightened slightly, his knuckles striking the teacup with a soft clink.
He slowly closed his eyes, fully unleashing his Sage power in the depths of his Primordial Spirit.
He was a Sage. His perception far surpassed that of any Primordial Origin Golden Immortal.
He had never deliberately probed the interior of the Primordial Violet Qi before.
Because he trusted Hong Jun-or rather, he needed to trust Hong Jun.
But now, in this hall that even Hong Jun could not peer into, he set aside all his misgivings.
His Sage power surged like a tide into the purple-gold mark between his brows.
It pierced the radiance of laws on the surface of the Primordial Violet Qi and entered the microscopic world within, woven from the laws of the Three Thousand Great Daos.
He saw it.
The laws of the Three Thousand Great Daos contained within the Primordial Violet Qi were indeed boundless and vast. Every thread of law was a gateway to the source of the Great Dao.
But deep within this network of laws, at the nodes where those threads intertwined, he saw densely packed restriction patterns.
Those restriction patterns were extraordinarily well concealed, fused with the laws of the Three Thousand Great Daos. Without deliberately probing with all his strength, he could never have discovered them.
Like blood vessels, they wound around every critical node in the threads of law, each restriction pattern emitting an exceedingly faint fluctuation.
Those fluctuations matched the frequency of the Heavenly Dao Core exactly.
Di Jun's pupils abruptly contracted. He sent his Sage power deeper, trying to investigate the precise function of these restriction patterns.
The result of his deductions chilled him to the bone.
These restriction patterns ordinarily had no effect on the Primordial Spirit, but when a Sage used