บท 1989: 822, Refining the Dragon Crocodile's Head_3

If all his speculations were correct, he would not hold back.

The elder in the black robe in front of him nodded slightly, with streams of golden light emerging from his body.

"As the Immortal Sovereign, I have no merit towards the Primordial Beings. Now that my remnant soul has returned to Kunwu, let this be the last thing I do for it."

As his words fell, the Dragon Crocodile's remnant soul dissipated into nothingness, then converged into a cyan whirlwind that drifted through Kunwu.

The essence of this breath had the power of the ancient times at its core, continuously surging and purifying the power within Kunwu.

Of course, as a result, this whirlwind would also gradually deplete until its power was exhausted.

Han Muye watched as the whirlwind receded, and the mountainous dragon crocodile's skull before him slowly dematerialized and entered his body.

A surge of vigorous blood essence power burst forth, exploding into a layer of golden fierceness over his body.