Chapter 117: Nine-Pattern Divine Pill
Between the valleys, the violent Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi formed an invisible terrifying turbulence, any mortal flesh that unwittingly enters it would be torn to pieces in an instant.
Therefore, among the mountains, startled birds soared through the air, not daring to land.
Although they could not see this invisible turbulence, they had an instinctive perception of danger, not daring to approach this place even a step.
Just a moment ago, a full eighty-one strikes of golden thunder, Thunder Fire Refining Mountain, struck for almost half an hour.
The valley was scorched black everywhere, rocks melted, vegetation turned to ash.
The pitch-black rock walls now formed a broken oval egg, with a pile of charred, broken blood and bones inside, filled with a gray and desolate air of death, showing no signs of life.
Yet above this aura of death, a blue Treasure Bead was spreading a light as gentle as water, with nine golden divine patterns weaving together to form a cloud shape.
Life and death, yin and yang mutually aid each other.
Clearly mixed with scorched flesh and mud, yet looked like an indivisible whole, harmonious like a secluded world impervious to external interference.
Not a single insect could be found within the world, the rocks on the ground melted and then re-solidified, not a mouse hole or ant nest could be found.