His Primordial Spirit spread out like a tide, instantly enveloping the outer Daoist Palace, where the figures of Chen Fengxing and his group were clearly revealed in his consciousness.
Many of them were his old acquaintances from his time at Yunlan Mountain.
"So they are old friends."
Chen Sheng smiled faintly, flicked his fingers, and enriched Chen Clan's group's Dao Rhyme perception, then his gaze shifted to the altar's center.
An orb the size of a fist was slowly floating and sinking in the golden light, precisely the Origin Orb that condensed once every three years in the Xuanhuang Realm.
He raised his hand for a virtual grasp, and that Origin Orb transformed into a stream of light that flew into his palm, feeling warm to the touch, containing the Power of Origin within.
"An Origin Orb every three years, truly the Xuanhuang Realm is rich in origin."
Chen Sheng secretly compared in his heart.
