"Boom!"
"Rumble..."
With the force of that palm strike, an earth-shattering roar echoed instantly. The statue of the Ancestor of the Yalin Clan, towering at nine zhang and nine, collapsed with a crash, turning into countless fragments scattered on the ground.
At the same time, from deep within the statue's brow, a thread of golden light shot out, exuding a divine aura so dense it seemed to solidify. After all, this was a drop of Divine Essence Blood, infinitely close to the Saint Realm, condensed from his own blood essence, invaluable beyond words.
A glint flashed in Princess Yu Jiao's eyes. Her breathing quickened as she immediately soared into the air, her hand extending to grasp this drop of Divine Essence Blood.
Without hesitation, she swallowed the drop, sitting down cross-legged and closing her eyes...
