Sacrifice
Éditeur: EndlessFantasy Translation
In the ruins of the Zhenlei Sect, a young man wearing a mask was surrounded by countless bolts of lightning.
Ye Chen tried many ways to refine the red divine lightning in his palm but found that every time he touched it, he would be pushed back by an invisible force.
It was as if he was not qualified to control it at all.
Ye Chen opened his eyes and muttered to himself as he looked at the red lightning.
"Master said that it would take a long time to refine it. How long is that? Or do I have to reach a certain level in order to control it?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a beautiful figure floated in front of him.
It was Mo Ning.
"Tomb Master, the power of the divine lightning is special to begin with. It contains its own spiritual consciousness, which is very different from the life rune in your body. It's impossible to refine it like this."