Far out in the outer sea, in the deepest depths, amidst the blood-colored clouds that soared toward the sky.
The Holy Nine-Yuan Spiral slowly stretched out its palm—an eerie blend of bronze and blood hues.
A patch of blood rust, increasingly dark red, suddenly appeared shimmering at the fingertips of the old Spiral Saint.
Then, with the old Spiral Saint’s fingers gently twisting and kneading, in an instant, within that pure dark red blood rust, a streak of dark gold suddenly manifested.
This dark gold was unlike the ordinary shade.
Usually, bathed in spiritual radiance, the golden divine aura gradually fades, growing weak and withered.
But this particular dark gold was a pure distillation of an unsurpassed spiritual charm, perfectly integrated and unblemished.
It was as if thunderous bright light was woven together, yet within the dazzling brilliance itself, the inner light seemed to dim and darken.
This was more like the accumulation of thick molten divine radiance, and precisely because of its excessive richness, its color appeared duller and more restrained, gradually settling within the Ninefold Magical Altar.