Divinity Continent, Gu State.
Within a deep mountain in the sacred Yangshen Temple of Gu State.
At this moment, streams of pure qi were mixing with turbid qi, rushing toward the depths of the mountain like the turbulent rivers and seas.
Faint ancient patterns appeared between heaven and earth, also transforming into rays of light that entered the depths of the mountain.
In the depths of the mountain.
A figure stood there, receiving the baptism of the pure and turbid qi and the light.
The figure was bare-chested with blood-red patterns etched deeply into his skin, a shining bald head, and fists clenched tightly, surrounded by an aura of wildness.
From a distance, he resembled an Ancient Ancestral Witch, exuding an aura of dominance and an invincible momentum.
"Is this… the Mahayana Realm?"
Su Qianyuan spoke softly.
His voice was like thunder, shaking the void.
While undergoing the baptism, he felt the power of the Mahayana Realm.
He had comprehended.
