In the Shaolin Temple, the Jade Marrow burned and transformed into the Spiritual Rhyme Mist, surrounding the Purple Gang Pearl as if guarding the stars and moon, protecting this newly born Divine Weapon. Accompanying the surging mist, the spiritual rhyme pressed towards the Divine Weapon.
But no matter how much pressure was applied, that Purple Gang Pearl refused to absorb the purest Spiritual Rhyme Mechanism around it. It just spun crazily in the void, its entire body brilliantly luminous, almost overshadowing the sunlight in the sky.
This scene had lasted for a full Hour.
A moment passed, and with a cold snort, the surrounding Qi Mechanism dispersed in all directions. The patterns that continuously appeared on the Purple Gang Pearl vanished, converging inside. The whole was no longer transparent, instead somewhat dim, and then it fell downward, caught by an aged palm.
