Wei Ling's comprehension of the Heavenly Dome Stone was not done in a day. He needed to study it many times.
He sat facing the Heavenly Dome Stone as if he was facing a wall. He sat there for an entire day.
When the time limit of one day was about to arrive, he suddenly stood up and stretched out a finger to poke at the Heaven Dome Stone.
It was as if he was stabbing a spear at the Heavenly Dome Stone.
The transparent crystal floating in the air trembled slightly.
Wei Ling's fingers retracted as soon as they touched. The man and the treasure faced each other silently again.
Chen Luoyang's figure appeared next to the Heaven Dome Stone. ""Looks like you have gained quite a lot."
"Just a little." Wei Ling exhaled slowly. His expression was calm and composed, making it difficult to guess what he was thinking.
