Time flew by, and seven days had passed.
In the palace where the Divine Emperor of the Divine Court was in seclusion, Liang Hui sat cross-legged on a cushion, with the Cang Tower floating beside him, radiating a faint divine glow.
In front of him were laid bones, flesh, and silver armor pieces, each item carrying a breath that was different from this world.
That was a breath unique to demons.
"Combine the deeper information of Divine Skills with the knowledge of various paths over the past seven days, and the secret technique that was created must not disappoint me," he murmured.
His palm reached out and a piece of bone appeared in his hand.
He carefully sensed the aura on the bone, which he had never felt in these objects—the special aura that allowed one to "enter dreams."
This time, he still could not feel it.
But as the Cang Tower at his side trembled, the Power of Faith refined to the extreme fell down to his fingers, circulating continuously.
