Qing Chen's heart brimmed with delight. Immersed in this sudden, tremendous joy, he felt as though he were floating among the clouds, so elated he scarcely knew where he was.
His earlier flicker of doubt about the heavenly secrets authority vanished in an instant.
His thoughts shifted, and that mysterious old fellow, the meditation cushion, surfaced in his mind.
He figured that his becoming the wielder of three luminaries this time must have been thanks to the meditation cushion helping him behind the scenes.
At this thought, he could not help muttering inwardly, After all the hardships along the way, I gave everything I had for Patriarch Meditation Cushion. All that effort, all those saber strokes-at last, none of it was wasted.
The more Qing Chen thought about it, the more delighted he became. The corners of his mouth curled upward uncontrollably, and smiles suffused his brows and eyes.
Yet a thread of profound worry remained hidden in his heart, no longer showing itself.
Then, seemingly unable to contain his excitement any longer, he let out a strange, rasping cackle, filled with irrepressible smugness:
"Hahaha! Truly an opportunity bestowed by heaven! To think that I, Qing Chen, would stumble upon such heaven-defying good fortune! Hahahaha!"
Once his mood had settled somewhat, Qing Chen could hardly wait to test the various authorities of the Nine Luminaries Glazed Wisdom King Tower.
First and foremost, he sank his consciousness into the tower, wanting to discover just what wonders its space authority held.
What he discovered filled him with astonished delight!
As soon as his divine sense entered the tower and activated the space authority, he indeed found a level containing a small island one li across, like a secluded paradise beyond the mortal world.
Qing Chen examined it closely and discovered roughly ten