The luck that dissipated within the planes, had already in part flowed into the great sea, coupled with the luck he was now applying, the Endless Blue Ocean would fare much better in the days to come.
The stronger the Sea Clan, the more obvious their sensations were at this moment, as if an invisible shackle was fading away from their bodies. Everything seemed to be improving.
Tang San floated in midair for an entire hour before returning to Crescent Island.
Even though he had reined in his Cultivation base and aura, a halo of gold still encircled his body, formed by an abundance of power of faith.
Looking at his own disciple, Zhang Haoxuan couldn't help but swallow saliva, he seriously doubted if he was a fake God Rank individual. A true God should be like Tang San, shouldn't they?
