The vast reserves of pure power from the Shore of the Gods were continuously swallowed like a whale drinking the sea, the amassed strength reaching a level that even the gods viewed with awe.
Several full days passed before Zhong Qing, seated cross-legged at the center of this world, finally changed. A thread of sacred aura quietly emerged, making the eyes of the thousand-odd nearby gods tremble.
Sensing that faint aura, the gods lowered their heads one after another and offered silent greetings, their eyes filled with reverence. At the same time, many terrifying existences seemed to sense something as well, as though a faint gleam were shining in the depths of the universe.
Meanwhile.
On distant Cloudstar, Shadow Island.
The busy residents had returned to their former peaceful lives, and the long streets were filled with figures cast into the setting sun.
Bai Qiyu, his dead-fish eyes drooping, carried groceries home. He looked utterly ordinary and was inconspicuous amid the crowd, yet people along the way still kept bowing and greeting him.
"Lord..."
"Lord, did you go grocery shopping again?"
"Greetings, Lord."
As he passed the entrance of a clothing store, the proprietress enthusiastically called out from afar.
"Lord Bai, our shop recently released a new batch of sportswear. The quality is excellent and the prices are affordable! If you are interested, you can get a thirty-percent discount!"
Thirty percent off!
Those weighty words made Bai Qiyu stop dead in his tracks.
He turned around excitedly and was about to speak, but he seemed to suddenly sense something. A flash of inspiration struck his mind, making his eyes tremble as he stared blankly toward the horizon!
The next moment.
Bai Qiyu suddenly stepped forward and kicked off with both legs, shooting toward the skyscrapers in the city center like