Han Ming sat cross-legged on the stone platform quietly, his hands stopped in the air, and he was still pinching his hands. His eyes were staring straight ahead, but there was no spirit in his pupils, just like a wooden puppet.

However, this situation only lasted for about a quarter of an hour before it began to change. Han Ming's already very stiff body suddenly began to emit golden halos, surrounding him in circles, and it looked like a Buddha with light in detail.

At the same time, the rich golden spiritual power around began to vibrate regularly, as if a huge heart was beating constantly, and he was swallowing and spitting the golden spiritual power around him.

Another half a quarter of an hour, Han Ming's already golden skin suddenly began to appear silver, just like someone painted lines of patterns on the golden Buddha statue with silver water.

These silver patterns were like clever little snakes, constantly wandering on the surface of Han Ming's body, and the golden color on his body also began to change, forming stripes, wandering with the silver patterns!

At this time, Han Ming's appearance changed greatly. His head turned silver, as if it was made of sterling silver, but his eyes turned golden, shining with a strange light.

The large amount of golden spiritual power in the stone chamber seemed to be pulled by something, as if it was flowing into the sea, and it was crazily drilling into Han Ming's body, ears, nose, eyes, mouth, etc., all of which were infused with golden spiritual energy!

With the continuous indoctrination of golden spiritual power, the golden and silver light around Han Ming was even more intense. In the end, he was like a small sun, shining the entire stone chamber with a bright light, but he couldn't see anything clearly!

As Han Ming continued to absorb the outside world's golden spiritual power, waves of extremely slight special fluctuations began to radiate from his body. This fluctuation seemed to be unable to be detected by the spiritual consciousness, nor could it be blocked by the magic circle. It kept rippling far and far away, and was not seen by any cultivator.

This ray of fluctuations slowly moved towards the outside, and some of the fluctuations spread to the Wanjin Spirit Cave along the stone chamber passage, and then spread toward the bottom along the entrance of the cave about a foot.

At the bottom of the Wanjin Spirit Cave is an extremely grand temple, with at least thousands of them, but these temples are all incomplete, as if they had a war that destroyed everything.

There are dozens of tall circular formations in the middle of the temple group, but these circular formations are as broken as those temples, almost one in ten, and they can no longer be used.

But just as the wave spread here, a pattern on a broken magic array trembled slightly, and a flash of light spread to an unknown place.

At the same time, it was not known whether it was a mysterious place 6 million miles away from the north of Earth or tens of millions of miles. A ray of wave trembled slightly and appeared on a circular altar somewhere, spreading to a yellow bone in the center of the altar.

The altar is hundreds of feet wide, and is a gray-white whole, built of many "woods" of varying lengths. However, if you look closely, you will find that it is not "wood" at all, but dry bones. At the bottom of the altar, at first glance, there are layers of gray-white bones within hundreds of miles, piled up in chaos.

There were still wisps of black gas lingering on these bones. If Han Ming were here, these black gases would immediately appear to be very similar to the Nether Spirit Qi extracted from the Black Sea water. However, the Nether Spirit Qi here is extremely pure and cannot be compared with what he extracted.

"Crack." A faint sound appeared between the world, which was originally as quiet as death, as if some dead branches were broken.

The withered yellow bone enshrined on the altar suddenly floated up and finally stopped in the air, and then stopped moving!

After a few hours, the dry bones trembled slightly, but just this time, the black dark spirit energized around them and condensed wildly.

The dark spirit aura tangled on the dry bone, like small insects constantly wriggling and merging with each other, and finally formed a black ball about the size of meter. The black ball rotated slightly and condensed into a seven or eight-year-old child.

The young boy's five fingers are thick and his skin is slightly dark. He looks like a country boy. Although his facial features are upright and a little pretty, he is not very handsome.

After the child condensed and formed, his face was a little confused at first, and he thought hard for a long time before he was a little awake. However, his eyes were in chaos, and he was not as silence as dead and silent as he could. He was not as good as the look that a child could have, but like an old monster who had lived for a long time.

"How many years have you slept? Alas, the meaning of existence!" The young boy shook his head slightly.

"The formation left by the three sons of Tailun? They are intent!" The young boy said aloud, then slapped in the air, and a burst of dark spirit energy immediately gathered over, forming a compass-shaped object.

The child slightly pointed at the compass, and the compass began to rotate. The child pinched his fingers slightly, as if he was calculating something!

"Five elements melt gold? Haha." The young child shook his head without any sorrow or joy, then waved his hand slightly, and the spinning compass dispersed again.

The young child looked in a certain direction, then grabbed the void slightly, and a pitch-black circle suddenly formed in front of his arm, and at the same time, a mysterious force was transmitted.

There was no longer anything particularly strange in the stone chamber where Han Ming was. Almost ninety percent of the golden spiritual power was absorbed by him. There were only strands of yellow spiritual energy wandering in the stone chamber.

However, just as the young child grabbed the altar thousands of miles away, the strands of yellow spiritual power that had originally wandered around began to gather again, and finally formed a faint light array under Han Ming's feet.

The light array buzzed, and one of the stripes began to brighten, and then waves of space fluctuations began to appear.

However, just after the last array pattern of the light array lit up, the faint light array seemed to lack spiritual energy and collapsed suddenly, and the space fluctuation disappeared without a trace.
Chapter completed!