In the realm formed by the Great Emperor Nether Flame's memory of the Creation Heavenly Race.
The grand underground palace had a dark color scheme, with totems carved into the surrounding walls, but upon closer inspection, they appeared blurry.
The specifics were unclear; one could only sense that the totems seemed like liquid, flowing and transforming into countless images.
This underground palace was empty. Other than the green pool in the center, there was only Xu Qing and the golden rat.
There were no other sounds as well.
Only time slowly passed.
Nearly seven minutes had passed.
Xu Qing stared at the pool in front of him. He sensed that the terrifying vitality in it was continuously gushing into his body through his right hand, repairing his injuries and nourishing his body.
The feeling of power and flawlessness was becoming intense.
"Creation Heavenly Race…"