On the sacrificial altar of Taiji mineral vein, black and white qi flowed around the divine egg and slowly rotated. Following that, extremely strange patterns appeared on the outer wall of the eggshell as if they were communicating with Qin Mu.
The patterns on the eggshell were like words, but each word was round. The black and white were distinct, with some being more black and some being more white. The white in different places represented different meanings.
Qin Mu smiled and bowed slightly. “Dao brother, I’m lacking in knowledge, so I can’t read your words.”
The divine egg trembled slightly, and a few more pictures appeared on the eggshell. Qin Mu studied them carefully, but he still couldn’t understand the profoundness of these words, “How about this, you and I touch each other with our divine consciousness, and we can understand each other’s thoughts.”
His divine consciousness flew out and touched the divine egg slightly.
