The low growls of the Arcane Beast emanating from the Bone Union treasure box were like the croaking of frogs in a moonlit lotus pond, speaking of the bountiful harvest in the fragrance of rice flowers, rising and falling in waves.
Today's event was too significant, so much so that everyone who witnessed it with their own eyes felt an overwhelming urge to recount it, eagerly wishing to share it with others.
The permanent blessing of "calm madness" instantly benefited eight hundred and seventy-six warriors — if this were a gift, its extravagance would be enough to cause the Tang Zang Emperor, His Majesty "the impoverished farmer of the generations of planting plum trees," to die of a cerebral hemorrhage due to excessive excitement, finally riding the crane to the West.
