"Heavens, little brother, you did it!"
Heavenly God Qingyang cried out, utterly shaken. Someone barely eighteen had reached Sacred Sacrifice-he had witnessed a miracle.
Most prodigies and First Generation talents in the Three Thousand Provinces were still in the Venerable Realm at this age. The gap was simply too vast.
"So this is Heavenly God-level combat power?"
Lin Fan was delighted. With a turn of his hand, he could pluck clouds from the sky, as though nothing lay beyond his abilities and nothing could stand in his way!
He could ascend to the Nine Heavens to seize the moon or descend into the infernal depths of the Nine Netherworlds. His cultivation reached through heaven and earth, giving him a sense of utter invincibility.
He could suppress every enemy in the world!
Now, he could clearly sense the changes within himself. His golden blood energy surged, and his already terrifying spiritual power had increased enormously.
For a fleeting moment, Lin Fan's spirit wandered the boundless void, passing into the vast cosmos, where brilliant stars glittered all around him.
The sensation defied description, yet it was incomparably wonderful. He looked down upon heaven and earth, everything in the world held within his palm!
"No, something's wrong!"
In an instant, Lin Fan snapped awake, grew wary, and forced himself to calm down.
That was close. I nearly lost myself. Is this a side effect of Sacred Sacrifice? he thought. The first moments of attainment on the Great Dao were when one was most likely to lose oneself. He had to remain vigilant.
Fortunately, he had not sunk into it and had regained clarity in time. Otherwise, his primordial spirit would have become muddled and insensible.
He did not immediately go out to kill his enemies. Instead, he consolidated his cultivation, for he had