"Something feels strange."
An odd sensation suddenly stirred in Qing Chen's heart, as though something mysterious was secretly drawing him toward it.
With a thought, he turned his divine sense into a fine needle and gently probed toward it.
The sight before him abruptly caught his breath;
-a fist-sized crystal floated quietly, clear and translucent throughout, as though carved from ice.
Inside it, silvery-white spirit crystals gently collided with one another.
With every collision, the thunder of towering tides crashing against the shore seemed to reverberate through Qing Chen's sea of consciousness.
Such dense spiritual energy...
Qing Chen's heart trembled slightly. Even the red markings on his Third Brahma Aperture quivered gently at this supremely pure aura.
These red markings actually seemed to want to fly into it?
He was no greenhorn fresh from his thatched cottage. Over the decades, he had fought north and south, confiscated estates and exterminated families, slaughtered islands and destroyed sects. He had seen countless spirit stones, but most had been low-grade or mid-grade.
High-grade spirit stones rivaled third-tier medicinal pills. He had always been sparing with them and still had around a hundred on hand.
Moreover, the spiritual energy within high-grade spirit stones already flowed like liquid.
Yet in this crystal before him, the spiritual energy had actually condensed into individual "spirit crystals." Had a Spirit-Sealing Talisman not suppressed it, its vast aura would probably have shot into the heavens long ago.
"Hiss-" Qing Chen could not help drawing in a sharp breath.
He cautiously touched the edge of the crystal with his divine sense. In an instant, a vast surge of spiritual energy rushed along his divine sense straight into his sea of consciousness;
Had he not reacted swiftly and possessed powerful divine sense, the strand of divine soul power he had separated