Ye Fan's heart suddenly skipped a beat; he didn't expect An Miaoyi to bring up the sacred body. He kept silent, listening to the others' discussion.
"I have heard that the sacred body's Seas of Bitterness are golden, not filled with deathly stillness, possessing unparalleled immense divine energy."
"I also read a snippet in an Ancient Book; their Dao Palace does not give birth to gods, all the power of the Dao is used to nurture themselves."
Two people spoke, and Ye Fan was surprised. These people were indeed knowledgeable, even knowing these things, which he hadn't realized about the Dao Palace. He previously thought there was an issue with his cultivation.
Xu Heng, dressed in black, with skin as white as snow jade, was like a divine sword hidden in its sheath, its sharp edge restrained. He said, "People with this constitution, after achieving Great Success, have blood comparable to divine medicine, described in the ancient Alchemists' notes as invaluable."
