Ziming glanced at Xiao Hua, gave a slight nod, then turned and left.
Led by the maidservants, Xiao Hua and the others each found a quiet chamber within the palace.
Once the maidservants had left, Xiao Hua looked around the enormous chamber and could not help laughing. "Damn it, this was probably the largest quiet chamber I'd ever seen in my life!"
Indeed, the chamber spanned over a hundred zhang. Its four walls were engraved with strange writing—some resembling oracle bone inscriptions, some resembling green seal script, and even some that looked somewhat like Golden Kun script. It was an utter hodgepodge.
Amid those writings were also many fist-sized images, depicting all manner of scenes and stories.
With great interest, Xiao Hua moved close to one stone wall. Just as he was about to study what the image upon it depicted, his heart suddenly stirred. He surveyed the surroundings, hesitated briefly, then did not set up any spell formation. Instead, he simply sat cross-legged, and his consciousness entered the space.
Everything within the space was as usual. Ever since Little Yellow had devoured Qingxuan's divided spirit, it had remained asleep; clearly, that divided spirit was even more nourishing than the previous Golden Core! Jiang Liuer likewise sat at the edge of the space, showing no sign of awakening.
Compared with Jiang Liuer's stillness, Xiao Hua's humanoid Primordial Spirit was incomparably restless.
The Primordial Spirit stood in a desolate place, tirelessly moving both hands and rapidly casting one hand seal after another. Yet these hand seals produced no ripples of magical power whatsoever.
This won't do! Xiao Hua watched the Primordial Spirit, deeply troubled. *Could it be that I really have to let this Primordial Spirit cultivate a Nascent Soul cultivation technique? Besides, it doesn't even have meridians within it. How