"First, let's see how much incense has accumulated in this time."
Thinking this in his heart.
Xuanqing spreads his divine soul, enveloping the entire East Asia Continent, and then activates the authority of the Taoist temple lord.
"Incense...gather!"
In an instant.
The incense beliefs floating above the various Taoist temples were like iron attracted to a strong magnet, speeding towards Qingping Mountain.
After a moment.
The power of incense in the air above Qingping Mountain had become incredibly dense, with the central part even condensing into a liquid state.
When all the incense gathered.
The divine soul turned into a giant hand, scooping up this massive power of incense.
"Recharge!" Xuanqing softly shouted.
The next moment.
[Ding...+156E Ingots!]
One hundred and fifty-six billion ingots?
Listened to the prompt in his mind; Xuanqing pondered silently.
