But when Xu Jin's Divine Soul Thought Power probed inside, he felt somewhat helpless.
The Mingji Star Pattern could sense that mysterious forces were contained within, operating in a strange form, but nothing could be seen.
What the Divine Soul Thought Power saw was merely countless cycles of blood light, chaotic and without a trace to follow.
It felt like looking at a piece of writing; you know what it records, but you can't recognize a single word, not even close to guessing.
It was like Xu Jin first encountering Mongolian script in his previous life, more terrifying than English.
Xu Jin attempted to record the operation method of these blood lights, but found that what he recorded was like ghost talismans, completely useless.
After fifteen minutes, this mass of Star Pattern Essence Blood dissipated.
Xu Jin tried five drops in a row, all the same, achieving nothing.
