He slowly opened his eyes, looking at himself, disbelief shining in his gaze.
A True God?
Have I really stepped into the realm of True God?
The Purple Mansion in his abdomen had transformed into a Dao Palace, his divine power was vast, and his soul magnificent. All changes in his physical body indicated he was truly a martial artist at the True God Realm. But all of this seemed too surreal to him, making it hard to accept the reality, or perhaps adapt quickly to such a tremendous change.
Without any preparation, he had become a True God!
"Senior! This junior is grateful to the senior for the grace of reconstruction." Gu Cuo's nephew, having some insight, quickly reacted, deeply bowing to Jing Yan to express his gratitude.
He originally thought he needed at least ten thousand years of accumulation and sedimentation to step into the True God Realm. Unexpectedly, in less than four hours now, he had traversed a path that generally required ten thousand years.
