And only at this moment,
did the young man slowly withdraw his palm from the void, as if the jade-like hand still retained some ancient aura from 47,000 years ago.
The world was briefly silent.
The majestic Divine Spirit lowered its head toward the young man, speaking with a bow:
"This Venerate, after 47,000 years, has finally fulfilled the mission without disgrace."
Zhang Fusheng smiled and nodded, saying lightheartedly:
"Good."
As his words fell, under countless bewildered gazes, the cultivation of the majestic Celestial God slowly peeled away,
cultivation, mana, and so on,
along with its essence, qi, and spirit, and the memory of these 47,000 years, coalesced into a Celestial Pill, a wisp of cloud, gently landing in Zhang Fusheng's hand.
Zhang Fusheng played with the Celestial Pill and cloud, swallowing them in one gulp.
Every limb and bone, every orifice, blazed fiercely, as if 30,000 pores across his body were spewing golden flames!
