Chen Changan and the others had all noticed the change. Only Da Huang remained immersed in his grand head-bowing endeavor.
"Big brother, don't worry. No matter what, I'll help you find the Kirin Saint Ancestor today."
"For big brother's great cause, for the Kirin Saint Ancestor."
"Hehehe, for the Flower Realm, for Flower Spirit, for the Flower Goddess."
"Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow..."
The more Da Huang talked, the more excited he became; the more he bowed, the more excited he got. Everyone watching was left exchanging bewildered looks.
"Can you... get addicted to bowing?"
"Why won't it stop?" the Nine Sons of the Heavenly Dao asked, dumbfounded.
"It's so immersed in its own world that it can't pull itself out."
"It isn't bowing its head. It's bowing to its dream."
Chen Changan was also utterly helpless. Who knew whether Da Huang was thinking about the Kirin Saint Ancestor or the Flower Goddess of the Flower Realm right now!
With no other choice, Chen Changan jumped into the pit and lifted Da Huang up.
"Big brother, I'm fine. I can keep going."
"Why don't you take a look at the surroundings?"
"The surroundings? What's wrong with them?"
Da Huang was taken aback, but soon noticed something was amiss.
At some point, streaks of golden light had appeared in the pit, circling around Da Huang.
The aura contained within those golden lights was familiar to Da Huang. It was the very same aura it had sensed when its Saint Ancestor bloodline awakened.
"What... is going on?"
"Is sincerity enough to make even metal and stone bloom?"
"Could all my hard work have finally moved the heavens? Moved the Saint Ancestor?"
"I really am as exceptional as ever."
"I can finally descend upon the Flower Realm again."
Sure enough, the only thing