Chapter 291 The Whisperer 2.0

The black and white alchemy fire died away naturally. In the rotten broken tripod, the thoroughly smashed Whisperer had become whole again. However, it had taken on a darker hue. Even the formerly transparent crystal face had become as dark as ink. One could faintly see a vortex on the watch face. It gave one an impression of a mini black hole. The watch strap was different too. The black-and-white stripes had become striae-like patterns like those found in forged metal. They resembled a sea of clouds in a tempest, bizarre and unfathomable.