A surge of Power of the Primordial Spirit stealthily swept toward Black Cub.
The light of the Primordial Spirit flashed by, its glossiness pouring into Black Cub's body, heading straight for its mind.
The Queen of the South Ming no longer paid attention to Black Cub. In her view, even if this black dog had the bloodline of the Demon Emperor from the Demonic Race, its power was so weak that it was unlikely to survive under her hand.
She turned her gaze once again to Cheng Guang, who was deep in sleep, her hands forming seals, the Divine glossiness flickering between her brows, and the grand aura of the Primordial Spirit undulating around her.
A terrifying aura, like the gentle rain of spring, rippled out from her.
Behind her, it was as if the image of a deity was silently emerging. As she visualized the Proving Dao Map within her mind, strands of the Power of the Primordial Spirit slowly outlined the visage of the deity.
