North Sea Dragon Palace, Mysterious Blue Dao Realm.
Nether Spring opened his palm. The wisp of the Grand Emperor Dao Foundation's Qi mechanism, fished from the depths of the Blood Sea, had now condensed into a faint, thumb-sized silhouette shimmering with a profound light.
It was too weak.
Having sunk for countless eons, corroded day and night by the filth of the Blood Sea, even a Venerable Dao Foundation had been left shattered beyond repair.
Right now, it was merely a "seed," an imprint, a dying ember that stubbornly continued to burn despite being nearly extinguished.
But even so, as Nether Spring held the object in his palm,
the faint yet sharp imperial aura of slaughter, potent enough to sever one's gaze, still caused the Blood Sea in his palm to spontaneously split open with a thin gash.
The Grand Emperor Profound Vault was second to none in offense.
Even in such a ruined state, it would not tolerate being slighted.
