C340 Weapon Venerable Primordial Spirit
As Du Shaofu teetered on the brink of unconsciousness, his heart jolted, sending a tremor through his soul. In a desperate act, he bit down hard on his tongue. The sharp pain and the spray of pale golden blood jolted him back to awareness.
Once his shock ebbed, Du Shaofu's gaze sharpened, and he took in the expanse around him. Atop four towering mountains
