This chess piece has finally grown up completely.

Yang Jian slowly exhaled a turbid breath, and within that breath were actually threads of purple lightning, crackling through the void ahead.

He could feel that every drop of his blood, every inch of his bones, was filled with explosive power.

This power was law. It was vital blood. It was also a kind of supreme majesty born from the Ziwei Imperial Star.

Quasi-Saint!

So this was the power of a Quasi-Saint?

An unprecedented surge of heroic fervor welled up in Yang Jian's heart.

He now had absolute confidence that if he clashed with Chi You again, he would definitely not be as wretched as before.

He even had the confidence to fight Chi You on even terms!

This was not merely an increase in cultivation, but a leap in the level of life itself.

"Many thanks to Martial Uncle for granting me this!"

Yang Jian suppressed the turmoil in his heart, turned to Di Zun upon the Nine Dragon Imperial Throne, and gave a great bow with all five points to the ground.

This bow, he gave with heartfelt conviction.

If not for his Martial Uncle bestowing the Ziwei Origin, and then speaking up at the crucial moment to point him in the right direction, who knew when he would have been able to step into the Quasi-Saint realm.

This favor was heavier than Mount Tai!

"Rise."

Di Zun's voice was still calm, but anyone could hear the satisfaction within it.

"You are the Original Body's disciple, so you can also be considered half my successor."

"The stronger you are, the more honor This Emperor gains, and the more honor your Master gains."

Di Zun looked at Yang Jian, a few traces of expectation in his eyes.

"Now that you are already a Quasi-Saint, and you also hold a