After he finished with all that, Wang Zijia first took out two spirit items he had obtained in the Blood Dragon Abyss.
One was a golden-red meat strip, the size of a thumb, constantly wriggling like an enlarged maggot.
As it squirmed, its inner spirituality flickered unpredictably.
The other was a pink flesh sprout, similarly acting like an earthworm, making unconscious movements.
Wang Zijia tentatively took a very small bit of the blood-red flesh sprout, swallowed it with a frown.
The flesh sprout was still jumping around in his mouth, and with a gentle bite, his mouth was filled with a burst of strange sensations.
It then transformed into a faint power that merged into his body, rushing toward his Dantian. At the same time, vague thoughts of madness filled his mind.
But because the power was too small, too faint, it disappeared before it could reach the Dantian.
At this moment, Wang Zijia was already in the Chaotic Sea of Knowledge, looking at the newly emerged weight.
