Within the ruins of the tower there seemed to be something hidden, as a faint, dark light could be seen faintly glowing from within.
After observing the ruins for a moment, Yan Zhaoge extended his palm, his aura-qi surging as he blew the shattered stones away.
A black crystal appeared before him.
After staring at the black crystal for a moment, carefully feeling the pulsing aura within, Yan Zhaoge then reached out with his fingers, gently tapping the crystal's exterior, infusing his aura-qi within.
Yan Zhaoge's aura-qi entered the black crystal, circulating a full cycle before returning within Yan Zhaoge's body.
What accompanied it were wisps of pure, refined qi previously contained within the black crystal that had been drawn out.
Looking internally, Yan Zhaoge could see that along with the returning flow of his aura-qi, an existence like a black line flowed from his fingertips into his body, arriving at the qi ocean within his dantian alongside his aura-qi.