A gray three-legged tripod stood quietly before the Feather Robe Daoist.
The Small Tripod was simple and ancient, entirely rounded, unlike ordinary Magic Items which were filled with various patterns.
Even the butterfly patterns once engraved on it had faded away, as the Tribulation Gu was extracted by the Youli Divine Monarch, leaving it indescribably dim.
But at this moment, a faint, eerie glow flickered on the Primordial Chaos Tripod.
Seeing this, Luo Chen smiled faintly.
"Do you feel your impending extinction, is that why you are so restless?"
His fingers touched the place where the eerie glow flowed, with a faint sense of moisture.
The Ming Water Spring Eye was restless, anxious, terrified!
Once upon a time, it had existed for millennia, even the past ancestors of the Dark Abyss Sect couldn't deal with it.
Even after its collapse, the newly formed feeble consciousness could assimilate the Wang Ghost Emperor and contend with Luo Chen.
