The lingering power from slaying the Primordial Saint Master had yet to dissipate, as the black and white Dao Domain above the Demon Venerable Palace slowly contracted, transforming into countless Yin-Yang particles merging into Chen Sheng's body.
He raised his hand, grasping firmly, and the All-Heaven Mirror falling from the void settled steadily in his palm. The jade was warm yet subtly resistant, evidently still retaining a trace of the original owner's remnant thought.
Chen Sheng sat cross-legged back on the Nine Dragon Stone Seat of the Demon Venerable Palace, a wisp of black and white aura flickering at his fingertips, slowly infiltrating along the patterns of the Jade Ruyi.
With a thought, his Primordial Spirit extended into the mirror like strands of silk—this was the first step of refining a magical treasure, requiring the power of Primordial Spirit to break the restriction and imprint one's own Dao Rhyme.
