The Great Devouring

The moment I entered my dantian, my head almost exploded. A pitch-black divine cauldron sat in the center of my dantian, and the liquid was flowing out from within it.,Black gas constantly churned and shifted, eventually transforming into streaks of pitch-black text. Ancient and weathered, it was imbued with the weight of time.,Liu WuXie's face darkened, but he couldn't find a way to refute it.。