Chu Zhou looked at the black-robed old man who had been blasted into ashes. With a thought, the space in front of him immediately disintegrated layer by layer.
In the depths of the layers of space, a vast spatial turbulence appeared.
After a World Overlord-level expert died, if their corpse and soul were destroyed, their internal world would disintegrate at the same time and fuse into the spatial turbulence.
"I hope I can gain something!"
Chu Zhou condensed a pair of huge energy hands and 'rescued' them in the spatial turbulence.
A moment later, he retracted his hands.
A gray token appeared in his right hand.
A majestic palace was carved in the center of the gray token.
Apart from that, there was also the word "Saint" on the token.
"What token is this?"
Chu Zhou carefully looked at the gray token in front of him and realized that there were mysterious and complicated cosmic engravings on it.