Yuan Ming, seeing this, finally breathed a sigh of relief, stepped aside, and patiently waited for Wulu to stabilize his realm.
After more than half a day, the five-colored steam around Wulu's body finally dissipated, and then he slowly opened his eyes.
Just as Yuan Ming was about to step forward to congratulate him, Wulu stood up first and bowed to him: "Brother Yuan, thank you!"
"If it weren't for my presumptuous decision to add two pieces of poisonous sack, you wouldn't have suffered backlash." Yuan Ming hurriedly waved his hand and said.
"Without that, I wouldn't have had the chance to break through to the late-stage Dharma manifestation. Moreover, after this backlash, my organs' resistance to poison has become stronger. I have a premonition that from now until the Mahayana breakthrough, my cultivation will be exceptionally smooth," Wulu said with a smile.
"If that's the case, then it's worth it," Yuan Ming also smiled.
