The azure dragon pearl, the size of a faceplate, flashed in Chen Yuan's hand and floated in front of him.
A faint aura of pressure emanated from it.
Chen Yuan's expression turned serious as he stared at it for a moment, and the Supreme Mysterious Scripture swiftly began to operate, enveloping the dragon pearl with an invisible force.
Within the Spirit Platform.
The somewhat purple Primordial Spirit sat solemnly, his expression grave, refining the power within the dragon pearl to enhance his own cultivation.
Advancing in the Yang Transformation Realm is difficult. In truth, the further one's cultivation progresses, the harder it becomes. Sometimes, it's about more than just Spiritual Objects; it also requires personal fate.
If not, wouldn't the Sima Royal Family, possessing the treasures of the world, easily elevate martial artists to the Yang God?
Of course, it's not that simple.
