However, just as he eagerly awaited the divine blessing to descend upon him, a small portion of it, perhaps about one-sixtieth, suddenly broke away and drifted toward Ji Yanxiu, who was some distance away.
The boy is actually alive?
Yun Tai'an's cheeks twitched slightly, and he felt a tinge of heartache.
Well, that boy had, after all, withstood the first Heavenly Thunder, weak though it was, so it was only reasonable for him to receive a little of the "divine blessing." Such a trivial portion could practically be disregarded.
But then, the Heavenly Dao's subsequent allocation of the divine blessing became somewhat incomprehensible to Yun Tai'an.
The rest of the vast majority of the divine blessing was split into four portions, but the size of those four portions kept twisting and changing, as if the Heavenly Dao was entangled in a messy calculation of how much each person should receive.
