He Yuanfeng's long howl resonated, filled with immense satisfaction.
At this moment, he stood above the sky, his golden body of virtue dazzling, rich with the Talent Qi of the Confucian path.
Despite his flowing white hair and aged appearance, he exuded the vibrant spirit of youth.
Below the platform, Shen Li slumped in defeat.
The powerful figures shook their heads helplessly, sighing.
The disciples of the Sancai Academy felt unparalleled despair in their hearts.
The palm strike from Zhongzhou had proven everything.
With that three thousand zhang body of virtue, He Yuanfeng's path to sainthood seemed unstoppable.
All the powerful beings of the Archean Eon Realm sensed the changes between heaven and earth.
The collapse of the Confucian path was imminent!
In the deep mountains of the Southern Ridge, demons howled wildly, their roars shaking the forests.
One after another, as if cheering in triumph.
