The black and white [Tai Chi Art] dispersed into two streams of light and flashed back into the hall that Zhong Yue slammed into.
After a while, Zhong Yue walked out of the palace, his broken bones regenerating with every step he took toward Qing Feng's corpse.
"Sacrificing the lives of the lower realm really is amazing, it bestows you the power of Heavenly Deity out of thin air, but you are too weak to maintain that sudden boost of strength. Your attainments, your heart, your will, your combat experience, as well as your skill, are inadequate to receive the power of a Heavenly Deity." Zhong Yue stepped over the pile of minced meat, his psyche fluctuated and he said to the dead man, "After all, the power of worship was never yours to claim in the first place. Senior martial brother, you have walked the wrong path by relying on the power of worship."
