Refining and nourishing the Primordial Spirit to make the Great Medicine, there is nothingness in existence, and existence in nothingness.
The dark night devours Yin Hu, refining the spirit is like making Great Medicine—this is an affair known only to Heaven and Earth, kept absolutely secret, not spoken of by gods or ghosts.
However, the Thousand-Year-Old Demon's message struck Zhang Fan like a thunderbolt, setting his nerves on edge.
"Does he know? Or is he alluding to something else? Or maybe..."
In an instant, countless thoughts surged up in Zhang Fan's mind, layers of doubt knotting in his heart.
"What do you really mean?" Zhang Fan furrowed his brows.
This Thousand-Year-Old Demon—ever since Zhenwu Mountain, when he stumbled across his cultivation post online, they'd maintained a subtle connection both online and off.
That connection kept growing, and now, looking back, it no longer seemed like mere coincidence.
