That day, Qin He lounged in a reclining chair with one leg crossed over the other, flipping through the Merit Book and spending the boundless merit that had gathered around him.
Blue Ox's imparting of teachings could be called a reversal of the Heavenly Dao. Who knew how many cultivation arts and ancient tomes that had vanished for endless ages had reappeared in the world, spreading their teachings once more.
This was a grand age—pity it had come in an era of declining Dharma.
But Qin He did not care about any of that. With merit in abundance, he could afford it.
Just then, an immensely powerful aura suddenly erupted from deeper within the Imperial Palace, shooting into the sky. Everything around it clanged and trembled, buzzing violently.
"It's here!"
Qin He's eyes lit up. With a flash, he arrived at the deepest part of the Imperial Palace.
There stood a great hall, its surfaces carved with countless formation patterns by Qin He.
Among them, the Spirit-Gathering Formation was by far the grandest.
Qin He had spent no small effort setting up this place for Little Sable's breakthrough. Spiritual energy within a thousand li had been drawn in and gathered inside the hall.
Little Sable lay in the center of the hall, every strand of its snowy fur crystalline like jade silk, gleaming with flowing light.
At the same time, an Illusory Shadow several times larger than its body raised its head toward the heavens. Its form was slender, its bearing almost immortal.
If Little Sable's body at this moment resembled a tender, round little girl, then its Illusory Shadow was more like a breathtaking beauty standing tall and graceful, fresh and elegant yet utterly bewitching.
Most eye-catching of all, its Illusory Shadow had grown three tails!
Magnificent and flamboyant!