The droplets in this dark pool were evidently mysterious golden pennys, moving like living creatures.
Under Wisdom None's arrangement, the cultivator's silhouette stepped into them.
Then, under the slightly solemn gaze of the figure in the green robe, they were infiltrated by the mysterious golden pennys within the pool...
Different pools, initially indistinguishable in his eyes, now clearly revealed their own distinctions.
These mysterious golden pennys infiltrated the cultivators' Primordial Spirits, wrapping them...
Soon, these cultivators walked out of the pool one by one with smiles, transformed, with added tranquility and compassion.
Among them, Outer World Cultivators made up the majority, their originally ugly appearances now more ghastly.
Although the figure in the green robe had seen this scene before, he still felt an oppressive sensation upon rewatching it.
"If I can decipher the rules within these mysterious golden pennys, perhaps..."
