A day later.
On the futon, Fang Yuan sat cross-legged.
A large face-sized white light was an arms' distance from his face, silently floating.
Fang Yuan took out piece after piece of primeval stones from his money bag and threw them into the light ball.
The white light contracted, but became more eye-piercing.
When it shrunk to a fist-size the white light was glaring, and Fang Yuan could only squint his eyes to observe it.
"Probably the last piece…" Fang Yuan played around with the primeval stone in his hand, knowing that the critical moment was here.
He tossed the primeval stone into the light ball.
He could vaguely see the primeval stone floating around in the light ball, like snow dropping into boiling water, constantly melting away.
A large amount of rock powder fell on the ground.
The primeval stone vanished, and the light ball exploded!