Within Yang Zhen, thousands of threads of the Power of Faith intertwined, appearing like an endlessly sprawling spider web distributed throughout his body.
The reason he had not found these threads of faith before was that they had completely merged with Yang Zhen's body, as integral to him as his own blood, not seeming like some external force, but rather innate to Yang Zhen, not cultivated or absorbed from the outside.
Now, the Power of Faith emanating from the water monkey had entered Yang Zhen and completely activated the previous Power of Faith. It was as if Yang Zhen was practicing a cultivation method that stimulated his bloodline power, giving the Power of Faith the feeling of an awakened bloodline surging.
Yang Zhen took a deep breath, ignoring the thunderbolts plummeting from the Evil Shadow Black Glutton, rumbling upon him. Although it was painful, Yang Zhen was more eager to understand what exactly the Power of Faith was compared to the torrential pain he faced.
