As he watched the white bones peel off from the surface of the Devouring Mother Tree, Zheng Yi's solemn expression broke into a slight smile.
The deeper Zheng Yi delves into this Chaos Demon Root, the clearer he becomes about its essence, representing a certain rule of devouring. If Zheng Yi refines it and combines it with his own Path of Great Feathering, no doubt the changes in the Devouring Mother Tree would reflect on his own body.
Therefore, for Zheng Yi, this ability entirely belongs to a state of defying nature.
Boom!
And so, after a whole hundred and fifty years, the flame of spiritual belief continued to burn for so many years, finally achieving the ultimate victory.
Even the stubborn Demon Root could not withstand the sacrificial fire of the Ten Thousand Spirits.
This day, Zheng Yi rose from the Purple Luo Palace, his eyes bright and full of spirit, as if containing the Chaos World.
