'Is this really a magic treasure? It's been crafted from sinners, could a regular monk who is contaminated do this?'
'This Yue Changqing must have been a genius once, he actually turned a disadvantage into an advantage!'
'Right, he is a god monarch in the Infant God Realm after all. He has lived for more than 900 years and witnessed the life and death, changes of clans of countless people!'
Lost in thought, he conjured up the book once more.
Hesitating for a moment, Wang Zijia returned to the Sea of Consciousness, sitting with his legs crossed under the golden light of the Balance Scale.
The bizarre eyeball he had was thrown into the Chaotic Sea of Knowledge by him, actively integrating into his body. His thoughts and mana began to infiltrate it, trying to refine it.
"Roar!"
"It's there, I'm seeing it. I am about to be able to see!"
"Eyes, I want to grow eyes!"
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