It was here!
That familiar feeling! The feeling of being the center of attention, with the world revolving around me, everyone unable to utter a word and only steadily supplying me with Passive Value!
"Awesome!"
With one hand clutching Bei Bei's face, Xu Xiaoshou swept his blazing gaze over the plaza atop the Holy Mountain, drawing sidelong glances from the crowd.
Received suspicion. Passive Value +468.
Hovering high in the air, he lowered his gaze to the Spirit Cultivators stationed at the spiritual array nodes along the mountainside and at the foot of the mountain.
Received attention. Passive Value +6445.
As the aura of Swallowing Mountains and Rivers burst forth and swept in all directions, his Perception stretched out again toward the dumbfounded Spirit Cultivators below the Holy Mountain.
Received awe. Passive Value +9999.
Yes! This was the number!
Attention, suspicion, fear, slander, admiration, curses... anything would do. Bombard me with it to your heart's content!
The Relics of the Gods were on too high a level, governed by rules too lofty. Too few people could survive in there.
It still had to be the Holy Spirit Continent. It still had to be home—the feeling of the world cheering for him.
Returning home in brocade, he had to make a grand entrance. If he did not, it was practically the same as never coming home at all!
Watching the wildly surging figures in the Passive Value reserve beneath the information panel, Xu Xiaoshou felt as if he had been injected with shot after shot of chicken blood. His emotions soared, soared, and soared again!
He suddenly threw both hands up high.
Bei Bei's neck nearly got flung off as her lower body flew outward.
Before she could recover, the fellow gripping the throat of