Golden rain.
Cultivators throughout Purple Firmament Heaven were celebrating wildly.
Some broke through, some gained enlightenment, and some finally felt bottlenecks that had held them back for countless years loosen.
The golden raindrops falling from the sky carried the laws of the Dao accumulated over an immortal king's lifetime, nourishing every living creature on this land.
But as for who benefited the most...
It had to be the Undying Mountain people.
Because the rain here was the richest in spiritual energy, and the densest.
Those golden raindrops seemed to have eyes, drifting toward Undying Mountain.
Everyone's cultivation had improved.
But their current state had absolutely nothing to do with "enjoyment."
The power Si Chen had lent them had to be repaid in the end.
Xie Changsheng lay in a chair, his eyes half closed, looking as though all his vitality had been sucked out of him.
Zhou Yan simply leaned against a pillar, staring blankly at the sky.
Luo Hongyi and Murong Li leaned against each other, both with their eyes closed and utterly drained expressions.
Song Chi lay facedown, his silver hair spread in a tangled mass, his face buried in his arms as he occasionally groaned.
Black Mountain and Red Wind had returned to being two bundles of fluff, one large and one small, occasionally twitching an ear or flicking a tail.
Gray Gray was the most dramatic of all.
It lay sprawled on the ground, its tongue hanging far out, its two front hooves resting limply on its belly as it occasionally twitched.
"Mm... ah..."
This donkey... was only a mascot...
Why did I have to endure this pain...
I didn't need power...
I really didn't...
Si Shuo was not much better off.
He lay on the ground, his eyes unfocused, muttering, "I want to go back