Celestial Venerate.
Infinite Celestial Venerate.
No matter which one it is, at this moment, Zhang Fusheng can bear this lofty title.
Only because beneath him is a seemingly ordinary meditation mat.
Not long ago,
Zhang Fusheng had just sat down on it and immediately sensed something was amiss.
He...
had been elevated.
His position was violently elevated, yet he couldn't comprehend the transcendent abilities at that high position,
but this didn't prevent Zhang Fusheng from appearing as a true deity or Celestial Venerate in the eyes of others.
Only...
Zhang Fusheng looked at the four people before him, listening to their chants of 'Infinite Celestial Venerate,' and a thought stirred in his heart—why does this scene seem somewhat familiar?
The thought barely arose.
It was at that split second, as the four chanted Infinite Celestial Venerate, that Zhang Fusheng was enveloped in a faint and obscure pall, surrounded by a heavy universe.
