Chapter 551: Forging a Divine Weapon with Golden Marrow, a Storm is Brewing

In the quiet sanctum of his villa atop Purple Mountain, Maximus Woolf sat cross-legged on the floor. Before him, suspended in the air by a gentle current of True Essence, floated the Golden Marrow Jade. It pulsed with a soft, internal light, a rhythmic beat like a slumbering heart, exuding an aura so pure and potent that the very air around it seemed to crystallize. Any other cultivator, even a Grandmaster, would have been ecstatic, seeing it as an unparalleled treasure for breaking through...