Ancestor Bodhi looked at Alex, who was still in the middle of refining, and then looked at the Ice Mother Chaos, which was already less than half. He was speechless for a while.

The Bodhi said that Alex could only refine a piece as big as an egg at most, but the truth hit him hard in the face.

"No wonder Rachel chose him."

"It seems it is not without reason. These three thousand golden cores are unbelievable. For such a large piece of Ice Mother Chaos, even if the sacred mountain and sanctuar