Finally, as the last moments drew near, the Foundation Establishment Incense gradually burned down to its end.
"After so many preparations, is it ultimately still going to end in failure?" Yuan Ming slowly opened his eyes, murmuring with an unwilling tone.
No sooner had he spoken than he couldn't help but take a deep breath.
At that moment, as the flame on the Foundation Establishment Incense extinguished, the yin and yang pattern on the Stealing Heaven Tripod suddenly lit up with brilliance. The thick white mist surrounding Yuan Ming immediately parted into two streams, curling backward and flowing into his nostrils.
Yuan Ming felt a searing sensation travel down his throat and into his chest and abdomen before finally settling into his Dantian.
The next instant, as if thunder had ignited Earth Fire, the mana bubbling within Yuan Ming's Dantian finally broke through the restraints and underwent a qualitative change.
