However, the concentration of immortal spiritual energy was still increasing. It was extremely quiet on the cloud top. All the cultivators stared fixedly at Shen Ping, who was stepping on the white jade steps.
At this moment, they had already felt the benefits brought about by the immortal spiritual energy.
The magic powers in their dantian were greedily and hungrily absorbing the immortal spiritual energy emitted by the golden words. No matter what feelings they had for Shen Ping, they had to admit in their hearts that if he had not advanced to become a personal disciple, they would not have had the chance to see and absorb this immortal spiritual energy.
