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The remnants of the Pale Origin lay toppled like jet-black mountains and rivers. Huge chunks peeled off, fluttering in all directions like snowflakes.
The figure of the White Bird Sacred Fist flickered, returning to its original spot in the blink of an eye. In his aged palm, he held a pale heart of a tree, the size of an apple. Its osseous outer shell was smooth, with golden red patterns spreading across it like flames.
Originally, the heart of the Pale Origin was as big as a small hill.
But under the incineration of the Undying Flames of the Yan Yang Sacred Fist, as the tree heart released its original strength to resist, it shrank crazily. Additionally, the Undying Flames vaporized the impurities within the tree heart, leaving only the most pure and beneficial substances.
For a Fighter-level Qi, this held tremendous benefits.
On the bare ground, Casio took the pale tree heart passed to him by the White Bird Sacred Fist.
