"Come here and channel the Heavenly Mandate Vitality."
Interrupting his daydreaming, the Immortal Supreme pointed at the light circle in front of him.
"Yes!"
With the experience from before, Yan Sansan did not resist at all this time. He took two steps forward and extended his hand toward it.
Holding his breath this time, he was extremely cautious, afraid something unexpected would happen; but just like last time, the light circle did not move at all, showing no reaction as if it were dead.
Cold sweat on his forehead, Yan Sansan channeled the Heavenly Mandate Vitality with all his might, feeling as though he was about to crash.
"That's enough, step down now!"
The Immortal Supreme waved his hand, his face void of expression.
"Senior, I didn't do it right just now; let me try again..." a desperate Yan Sansan pleaded.
