The sphere hovering above the platform glowed an eerie purple-red, like the eye of a sleeping beast. Lu Xingchen stared at it and felt the light spirit power within him stir restlessly—as if something had fixed its gaze on him, leaving him ill at ease all over. "This core..." he lowered his voice. "I can feel it absorbing the spirit vein power around it." "It's growing." Shen Ye's voice sank. "Every time it absorbs a light spirit wielder's blood, it grows stronger. The day it's fully activate...