Within the High Heaven Association, hundreds of the sons of heaven quietly lay dormant in Golden University.
Of course.
Whether it was Zhang Fusheng or Shen Baobao, both had to present thirty percent more to the Great Celestial Venerate, to balance the yin and yang of all things.
Thus, in reality, the portion in one's own hands was sixty-five percent.
Mercy, mercy.
In this manner, one obtains a thousand three hundred years of refining spirit, and six hundred fifty years of cultivation.
The Nine-Ring Scepter struck the ground for the second time.
Golden ripples rolled incessantly, spreading into a great tide.
"Master."
Zhang Fusheng spoke gently:
"Did you fail in your ultimate leap back then?"
Hong Tianbao was startled, then nodded gently:
"During my ultimate leap, a Great Bodhisattva from my Ling Mountain lineage descended with divine punishment, severing nine hundred years of my spiritual accumulation."
Zhang Fusheng nodded gently, and spoke solemnly:
