In the eastern part of the Dao Court, beneath the thin layer of Green Soil, there lay large segments of broken tentacles, still writhing and struggling.
Unfortunately, under the illumination of the Black Bamboo Slips, and the absorption and transformation alongside the small tree, they couldn't stop the process of becoming compost materials.
Yu Ziqing looked at the Dao Court, feeling increasingly that this somewhat strange style truly suited his Cultivation.
If the Dao Court were indeed a place bathed in Divine Light, full of infinite brightness and immortal splendor, he might actually find it a bit strange.
As it stands, the more he looked at it, the more agreeable it appeared, putting him at ease.
The two Divine Skills of the Eighth Tier combined into one, transforming into a singular Divine Skill, were still in gestation, and Yu Ziqing wasn't in a hurry.
