"What exactly is this thing's origin?"
The thought had barely risen in Qing Chen's mind when the nine-colored light on the Nine-Colored Pearl's surface suddenly contracted inward all at once.
The temporal Dao resonance it had absorbed earlier was also swallowed entirely into the pearl.
One breath later, all the light vanished completely. The Nine-Colored Pearl returned to its original dormant state, as though nothing had happened.
"That's it?" Qing Chen's expression stiffened. "That's all???"
You damned thing, you eat my resources and use my things, yet won't give this Commander-in-Chief even a scrap of benefit? He cursed inwardly, not daring to make so much as a sound.
Just then, the Nine-Colored Pearl gently turned halfway around.
Boom! A surge of power erupted from the top of the tower.
Before Qing Chen could sever his divine sense, the picture of the deer before him abruptly vanished.
The azure jade meditation cushion, the circular stone hall, and even the whole of Jade Capital Mountain receded from him in an instant.
Endless pale mist surged in from every direction.
Qing Chen felt as though he had plunged in an instant into a vast river with neither up nor down, nor any end.
What flowed within the river was not water, but one fragmented scene after another.
He saw himself walking across Immortal-Severing Island in his youth, saw a Spirit Boat pass through a storm as he stood at its bow, looking back.
He saw thousands upon thousands of cultivators on Blackwood Island fall beneath his banner, saw himself slay Xuantan and, imposing and triumphant after forming his Golden Core, proclaim it to all corners...
He saw the Ancient Bloodline erupt within the Nine Netherworlds Forbidden Grounds, saw a million Dao Soldiers form ranks outside Yanmen Pass as Dugu Yifang used nine kills