Qing Chen fell rather silent.
He lowered his head to look at the crystal in his hand, suddenly feeling somewhat at a loss.
He held such a large crystal in his hand, yet he could not use it?
It was like a beggar who had starved for three days finding a table laden with delicacies from mountains and seas before him, only for every dish to be covered by a transparent lid that he could not open no matter what.
He tried a few more times.
He knocked, striking the crystal's surface hard-clang, clang, clang. The sound was clear and pleasing, but the crystal remained completely intact, without so much as a white mark.
He smashed it.
He picked up the crystal and hurled it hard at the ground-boom. A large crater exploded in the ground, and the crystal bounced up and landed beside his feet, still completely intact.
Qing Chen stared down at the crystal, suddenly seized by an urge to crush it underfoot.
But he held himself back, drawing a deep breath and suppressing his irritation and that thought.
Just now, he had been thinking that this thing was what remained after a member of the Crystal Mo Tribe died, and the Crystal Mo Tribe was a subordinate race of the Heavenly Devil Race. The Heavenly Devil Race excelled in physical strength.
The Crystal Mo Tribe could thrive in the Spirit-Severing Land, control spirit-severing qi, and possessed such formidable bodies-this thing surely had something to do with body cultivators.
He had even been a little excited then, but none of that remained now.
His current body cultivation strength was at middle-stage Immortality.
All five viscera divine storehouses were open. Each of the five organs-his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys-held vast quantities of immortality true blood. When he