Saint spirit Imperial City.
A beam of divine light descended and fell into the city.
In the bright moon Palace, Tang Hao opened his eyes.
He flicked his sleeve, and golden Dao beads flew out, floating in all directions of the hall.
There were more than four thousand of them.
Most of them were snatched by him, and some were taken from his clones.
The cultivation level of the clone was relatively weak. Even if it was at the Golden celestial stage, it would not be able to snatch too many Dao beads. It could only win by using numbers!
"I can increase my cultivation by quite a bit!"
He smiled, opened his mouth, and inhaled. All of the Dao beads trembled, and golden Dao accumulation gushed out and gathered together, turning into a torrent that was swallowed into his stomach.
Soon, in his Natal world, Dao stars were formed and spread in all directions.
" 5000 stars!"
After he finished absorbing, he counted.
