"Hmm!" Soaking in the spring pool, Qin Ming felt his pores opening up.
The five-colored liquid was scorching, entangled with Tao Rhythm, condensed with a vast amount of Spiritual energy, constantly drilling into his body as he operated the Cultivation Technique.
He knew that the comfort of now would be painful later.
Ever since he entered the Fifth Realm, every breakthrough left him blood-soaked, hanging from the southeast branch.
However, Qin Ming was already accustomed to it.
In fact, if he didn't shatter thoroughly, he wouldn't be relieved, feeling incomplete in his efforts.
Qin Ming raised his head to look; the palace was majestic, with the dome carved with exquisite patterns depicting various mythical scenarios, such as a giant peng spreading its wings.
After disassembling, each part soaring to the heights was destined to be limited here.
In this way, it's better to splash blood on the dome than to rush into the sky.
