Ye Fan peeled away the stone skin. When he cut to the center of the Grinding Disc, myriad Divine Radiances shot out, like golden needles flying forth, making it impossible for anyone to keep their eyes open.
Everything happened too suddenly. Layers of stone clothes fell to the ground, and the stone heart was like a small sun, so dazzling it couldn't be looked at directly, tears involuntarily streaming down.
"What kind of treasure is this? Could it be Divine Sources?" Fifth Grandpa Zhang turned his head away, his eyes somewhat swollen from the pain of the Divine Radiance.
Could it really be Divine Sources? This was Ye Fan's first thought, his heart pounding intensely, as he lacked Source the most right now.
He squinted, observing carefully. It was a very tiny bead, only the size of a soybean, and seemed to be made of pure light, not like a tangible substance, but more like a small cluster of the most sacred light.
