The crisp sound of ticking, like the notes of life, is melodious and intoxicating.
Wang Xuan's head appeared first, followed by his chest, arms, little buddy, and legs being pieced together. The array map of the Primordial Spirit Sword Embryo glowed brilliantly, showing no sign of fragmentation.
He glanced at his right leg, hollow below the knee; his calf and foot had been consumed by the Void-Devouring Beast.
"What should I do now?" Wang Xuan shook his head; his Primordial Spirit was partially missing, and although it could regenerate, no one knew what effects it might have.
It is said that the essence of the Primordial Spirit is the "True Spirit" nurtured by the World Origin. Perhaps when he can sense the True Spirit, the impact of his missing Primordial Spirit will completely disappear.
Lame-legged Wang Xuan looked at the big fish and shouted, "Hey, have you gathered it all yet?"
"Almost, almost, what's the rush?"
