His eyes casually swept across the surroundings, and he already sensed the presence of other races, but he was too lazy to pay them any heed.
Su Tu lowered his head and looked at his own hands, an indescribable feeling emerged from the depths of his heart.
Fragile... too fragile.
Be it Long Wang, Shi Kuang, or even this space, they were all too fragile.
It seemed as if with just a slight exertion, he could tear all this apart and crush it.
In that Golden Pool, it seemed like a moment passed, or perhaps a hundred years, a thousand years, or even ten thousand years.
He was utterly immersed in the transformation, his physical body, spirit, his understanding of power, his comprehension of Dao, all reached another height.
When he came to his senses again, he had already devoured all that Golden Liquid.
Exiting the Golden Pool felt like being in another world, but to the present world, all this had passed within a blink.
