Xuan Yue floated silently above the enormous magic hexagram. Her pale, crystalline skin was completely enveloped in the golden divine light of the Six-Wing Angel. It had been half a year, and she had grown slightly taller, her face exuded an incredibly sacred aura that made her resemble a goddess, and her inviolable demeanor added a stunning brilliance to her beautiful features. From her chest, the Phoenix's Blood emitted a faint red glow, subtly absorbing the golden energy under the flickering halo.
The Pope thought to himself: Yue Yue! Once you have completed the divine baptism, who knows what effect your future cultivation will have. Perhaps, you will be the most powerful goddess in the history of the clergy.
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After completing twenty-seven cycles of meditative practice, Ah Dai slowly ended his meditation and woke up, with the silver figure in his Dantian fully restored to its radiantly shining state.
"Master, I have restored my strength," Ah Dai said respectfully.
