In the Primordial Land, clusters of life spirit bodies were scattered everywhere.
Amidst the boundless transparency, three distinct figures were slowly advancing.
Yang Junmo, who had already explained the general situation of the other world to Hu Xiao, was evidently a bit bored.
So bored that he began in-depth research on the surrounding spiritual life, clearly trying to achieve something similar to what Su Chengyu had done.
After all, the transcendent breath was inherently rare in this world. If he could, like Su Chengyu, directly absorb these life spirit bodies, it would be great news for him to stabilize his current realm.
Unfortunately, there was no progress at all even after half a day.
"Su Chengyu, still no clues? How long have you been searching?"
In the Primordial Land, there was no division between day and night; sunlight evenly spilled from the sky, illuminating all around as if there was no light source, or as if every place was a light source itself.
