Deng Chanyu

As the golden dragon took shape, Di Xin's divine soul seemed to pierce through the barrier of space, linking together with the billions upon billions of humans across the Primordial World who were laboring, living, and praying.

The pain began to ebb like a tide, and a profound, mysterious understanding welled up in his heart.

Amid this grand resonance, his divine soul received an unprecedented cleansing.

Within the array, time flowed on.

After who knew how long, the Golden Dragon of Luck circling in midair let out a soundless dragon cry, transformed into a blinding aurora, and drilled straight in through the crown of Di Xin's head.

Di Xin's eyes snapped open!

In that instant, purple-golden lightning seemed to explode in his eyes, and the many layers of barriers throughout the great hall shook violently with it, sending dust and sand flying.

He slowly lowered his head, sensing the unfathomable power within him, deep as a sea of stars, and wild joy surged through his heart.

The gains from this seclusion had been tremendous to the extreme!

Although his cultivation in magic power still remained at the early stage of Golden Immortal of the Origin and had not broken through directly, his fleshly body, after being destroyed and reshaped ten million times, had forcefully shattered its former shackles and crossed into the level of the middle stage of Golden Immortal of the Origin.

"This feeling..." Di Xin slowly clenched his fist, and space let out bursting sounds between his fingers as if it could no longer bear the strain.

"With only my current physical strength, even without using magic power, relying on my fists alone, I'm absolutely not someone an ordinary early-stage Quasi-Sage could withstand." Di Xin felt an intense confidence in his heart. "The early-stage Quasi-Sages of now definitely