"Dead Bone also had a good harvest."
Mu Yuan gazed toward the distant Azure Sky, his mood cheerful, and finally observed his right palm.
In his palm, a ball of Miracle Power was misting.
The colorful power, like a water ball gathered together, altered its shape slightly as he gently squeezed it.
This time, upon entering the Apocalypse Secret Realm, his primary goal was not to perfect his own combat form.
Mu Yuan was clear about his role; even though he wielded powerful forces, he was not suited to charge into the frontline of battle.
He was Mu Yuan, the Holder of Evolutionary Miracle.
But the Evolutionary Miracle was profoundly mysterious—it was a golden finger, yet even a golden finger necessarily has its underlying logic.
Power, energy, elements, domains, concepts...
According to the information he currently held, if Evo-power could be viewed as a type of power, then it has its own conceptuality.