A small handful of spiritual sources were placed in a transparent glass cover, and a metal probe stretched out, constantly releasing tiny electric lights, hitting the spiritual sources.

Under each small light of lightning, a tiny spiritual source particle turned into flying smoke, and a trace of smoke that was invisible to the naked eye dissipated in the air.

A bunch of people leaned over the glass cover and watched this scene for no reason.

What does using electric light to hit the spirit source have to do with enhancing their strength?

Antonio did not take the initiative to answer everyone's questions, but just signaled everyone to continue watching.

The metal probe released small electric lights very quickly, hitting the spiritual source like a printer. Soon, a layer of the surface of the spiritual source was cut off.

Unconsciously, some gray smoke accumulated at the bottom of the glass cover. As the spiritual source disappeared more and more, the smoke became thicker and thicker.

"Abreath of Death? Is this abreath of Death?" Rose was the first to react, pointing at the gray smoke at the bottom of the glass cover, and screaming in shock.

The spiritual source is extracted from Xilan, but Xilan is formed by the infiltration of the breath of death. Now, through such a simple direction, can the breath of death be restored?

Antonio then said: "I don't know what the spiritual source is, nor can I figure out how it is compounded. I just thought that this thing is a composite of dark matter. If you find a way to remove the part that does not belong to dark matter, wouldn't it be possible to purify dark matter?"

"I originally planned to use antimatter as a replacement agent, but the results were not ideal. Our technology cannot be precise in the utilization of antimatter, so in the end I can only use some physical stupid methods."

"The result is also not ideal. Anyway, purifying dark matter is a long way off, so I got this thing out. I tried it myself and it was very effective. The higher the concentration, the better the absorption effect."

Antonio explained with a regretful look that these things are by-products of the process of purifying dark elements, not what he wants.

"No." Rose is the one who knows the breath of death best among these people. After hearing Antonio's words, she found the problem: "No matter how much breath of death is, it still needs to be an absorption and digestion process. After reaching the saturation state, it is meaningless to have a high concentration of the breath of death. If it is simply the breath of death, you will practice for 20,000 to 30,000 years. It is estimated that you can reach my level."

Ah?!Twenty or thirty thousand years?!

Rose's words were not merely poured on a plate of cold water. Everyone who had just been provoked by Antonio's hope became very ugly.

Antonio was also a little surprised and asked subconsciously: "What kind of concentration is saturated?"

Rose observed the breath of death in the glass cover and said, "It is almost twice as saturated as it is now. If it is thicker, it will not help the absorption speed. Instead, it will form a fog and limit the field of vision because the concentration is too high."

After hearing Luo Xian's words, Antonio breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, it's okay. Wait a little longer." He did not explain where "It's okay" was, but instead kept it a secret.

The spiritual source in the glass cover was cut off layer by layer, and the breath of death inside became increasingly dense, gradually forming what Rose called "miles", making the glass cover turbid and unclear.

Everyone was patient and paid attention to possible changes. Not long after, Rose suddenly exclaimed: "Huh?!"

I saw a drop of black liquid condensed into the glass cover at the most edge of the bottom.

The black liquid condensed more and more, slowly covering the circle at the bottom. Rose stared blankly at the black liquid, and his expression changed.

"The highest concentration in my test is this liquid, and the effect is very good. I took one drop orally and digested it after two days. I wonder if you have seen this thing?" Antonio asked.

After being interrupted by Antonio's words, Rose came to her senses and looked at Antonio in surprise: "You took a drop of it?"

"Yes? Is there anything wrong?" Antonio asked.

Rose shook her head silently, stretched out her fingers to hook it towards the glass cover. She saw that the glass cover gently raised a small gap, and the black liquid condensed from it slipped out of it and all came out of the small gap, and flew to Rose's palm.

Finally, the black liquid condensed into a droplet of liquid the size of a large finger on Rose's palm.

"On the Death Star, we call this kind of thing the source of soul. It only exists in the abyss of howling, which is a huge rift valley covered by fog and the breath of death all year round. The gale of wind is constant all year round. Even the king cannot move in the gale of wind for a long time."

"Every year, only when the gale is strongest, the deepest part of the wailing abyss will condense the most essence of this breath of death. We call it the source of soul. It has the highest affinity with the soul. It does not require digestion at all. It can strengthen the soul by direct absorption. It is the best soul supplement."

"Do you know, in the abyss of wailing, how much is the soul source output for a whole year? It's almost that much..." Rose's tone was endless. This preciousness could make an ordinary skeleton become the soul source of the lord overnight. Its annual output was artificially separated in just a dozen minutes.

Things I originally valued are easily obtained at this moment. This feeling is like buying a few kilograms of diamonds, but the next day I found that the diamonds depreciated so much that they could only be used to pave the way.

While regretting, a faint blue flame suddenly emerged from Luo Si's palm, completely wrapping the source of the soul. Strands of dark blue fireworks were released from the palm and quickly drilled into his body from Luo Si's nostrils.

The source of the soul, the size of a finger, was absorbed by her in ten seconds. Finally, a satisfied expression and a happy smile appeared on Rose's face.

"The source of soul is not for oral administration." After a pause, she said again: "This drop of soul source contains 1,500 soul energy, and my soul's strength has exceeded 10,000."

It's too difficult, the soul strength has exceeded 10,000. In the past 35,000 years, no one under Zhang Qifan's command could exceed 10,000, and the only one who has exceeded 10,000 was Zhang Qifan himself.

It is too difficult to collect the soul source of the wailing abyss. Even Zhang Qifan will find it difficult to withstand the most violent storm.

Before Zhang Qifan became the king of the world, the competition for the abyss of wailing is very fierce. Even if he cannot get the source of his soul, he cannot let others obtain it. Destruction is much easier than construction.
Chapter completed!