Bei Tangfeng also woke up. Looking at Li Xuanqi, he was filled with awe.
This epiphany, triggered by Wang Xiu, is too terrifying. Even the Saintess of Mount Shu, a proud daughter of heaven, has obtained a heaven-defying opportunity that will broaden her path in the future. But what about Wang Xiu himself? What could he have obtained?
Bei Tangfeng dared not think further. His imagination fell short, unable to conjure a mental image. Any possibility was terrifying, belonging to a level he could not touch—a level significant enough to leave a bold stroke in the vast annals of history.
"Damn it, why the hell was I in such a rush!" Zhang Yuge cursed, full of regret as he looked at Li Xuanqi, who was forming an Eight-Colored Nascent Soul.
