Spiritual Sense Soaring (1)
"Yes…"
Zhu Wuwan grunted and mobilized all the four spirits 'consciousness to compress and condense the Primordial Dao Golden Core that was the size of a small house.
Facing the spiritual sense fog that covered an area of eight thousand meters, the Primordial Dao Golden Core did not move at all. It did not feel anything.
The first compression and condensation ended with Zhu Wuyan's failure.
"Huo…"
Zhu Wuwan began the second compression and condensation, and the four spirit senses exploded beyond their limits.
The Dao Beginning Golden Core was as stable as Mount Tai and did not show any signs of wavering.
This time, Zhu Wuyang's attempt ended in failure again. It did not have any effect.
A normal Golden Core perfected cultivator's Primordial Dao Golden Core was only the size of a dining table. However, Zhu Wanwan's Primordial Dao Golden Core was already the size of a dining table at the late-stage Golden Core realm.