'What pure, warm power!'
Watching the situation unfold from his hotel room, Chu He couldn't help but marvel.
'He had rarely felt such power before. He doubted even an Evil Spirit could fake it.'
'Could it be that the power cultivated by those monks from the Great Western Heaven also came from some kind of ancient heritage?'
'After all, Blue Star was vast; it was understandable that some ancient legacies might be scattered about.'
However, judging by the spectacular display of that monk's attack,
he must have already reached a profound level of cultivation.
Above the brilliantly lit Luxury Hotel, an unimaginably huge golden palm was quietly taking shape.
It was so massive that it rivaled the giant, floating head in the night sky, which emanated an ominous aura.
The palm looked like that of an ancient deity, shining with a brilliant golden light. Every ray contained the power of purification and judgment.
