During the time of his chant, the golden light on Long Haochen’s body kept gaining in intensity. In the air, large amounts of light essence started to resonate with him. But still, he had a very disappointed look on his face. Just as he expected, the same incantation won’t always show the same power every time. Luck couldn’t stand on his side forever.
Long Haochen was chanting for Sacred Rain. But this time, he couldn’t gather all the light essence, and didn’t give birth to the previous miraculous scene. It only ended up as a Rain of Light.
A brilliant golden pillar of light appeared from nowhere, illuminating the whole surrounding area. Although Rain of Light was by far incomparable with Sacred Rain, in the end it remained a healing spell of the eighth step, sufficient to cover a circumference of a thousand square meters.
