Ming Xiu was stunned by the dazzling divine light for a long time, unable to regain his senses. The light was so brilliant that it gave him a feeling of comfort akin to returning to the womb, as if he were enveloped by a pair of warm hands. By the time he came to his senses, it was already too late. "Has he succeeded?"
Only then did Ming Xiu start to panic, he desperately urged his divine blood, only to discover that the connection between his soul and the rules of heaven and earth had been severed. "No, how could this happen, how could this? Little Ninth, do you really hate me that much?"
"No, Ming Xiu, I don't hate you, I'm actually very grateful to you!"
