In his previous life, the Divine King’s core had been suppressed between the small millstone and the stone jar. If he really wanted to use it now, it would naturally be very convenient. He didn’t have to worry about being discovered.
Whether it was the dusty small millstone or the three-inch-tall stone jar, they were all very special and could conceal the secrets of the heavens.
Chu Feng was excited in his heart. He was still fighting with everyone for the good fortune. The dao fusing grass on the altar scattered all sorts of runes and profound meanings into the divine king’s core like waves of water.
Looking at these origin runes, Dao principles fragments belonging to the Yang realm, and so on, infusing them into the Dao Fruit of his previous life, Chu Feng felt a sense of satisfaction and joy of harvest.
One could guess that the material baptism of good fortune, this divine king core, could change the current situation and gradually perfect the once incomplete dao fruit.
