Chapter 452

"He really makes me want to cry." The moment He Zhao thought of how an unknown Evil God had devoted Himself wholeheartedly to humanity, paired with a hand seal for sustainably and cyclically harvesting leeks, a kind of "emotion" welled up inside him. What kind of spirit was this?

Dedication. Too dedicated!

No, there was also professionalism. Just look at the lousy crap those Evil Gods he had met before had been up to.

Then look at this Bodhisattva. The comparison instantly showed it: both sides were all about you being good, me being good, everyone being good together.

Akashagarbha Bodhisattva: This is what you call making progress together.JPG.

The entire morning, everyone spent their time cultivating the Offering Seal on their own. A few of them might have been too eager for quick results; their rosy complexions had turned somewhat pale. Around noon, when they headed to the cafeteria to eat, their legs were trembling so badly that the others were afraid they might slip up and fall flat on their faces.

[Afternoon, 13:00:00]

The sixteen people returned to the Pure Cultivation Class one after another and continued their unfinished cultivation.

After all, they were a bunch of youngsters whose heads had been filled all day with fantasies and dreams of becoming heroes known throughout the world. Now that they had suddenly come into contact with supernatural power, how could they not throw themselves into it on the first day?

There was a saying that described it perfectly: I'll practice even if I don't eat.

Perhaps because they were so absorbed in cultivation that they could not extricate themselves, from beginning to end, they actually failed to notice that one person was missing from the huge class.

It was still the familiar wall, the familiar spot, the familiar person.