"What blessing do you want?"
In the right hand of Brahma, a shimmering light flickered, and an endless golden radiance was released from the palm of his hand, illuminating all directions.
In an instant, Popiwen's withered and emaciated body returned to normal, becoming stout and short once again.
Swoosh! Swoosh!
Popiwen slightly raised his head, his eyes shining with a sharp gleam.
"Hahaha!"
"At last, my arduous cultivation has succeeded!"
Popiwen's lips curled into a sneer, and with a cold laugh, he also suddenly stood up from the ground and looked up at Brahma before him.
"I have carved off my own flesh and blood for the Supreme Lord 24 million times!"
"So, I want two blessings!"
Popiwen declared.
Brahma remained silent, quietly observing Popiwen.
Swoosh!
The next moment, Popiwen suddenly raised his arm, extended a finger, and said with a proud smile,
"First!"
"I want the blessing of immortality, so that neither the Three Aspects Deity nor the Devas can harm me!"
