Chen Sheng turned and went downstairs, passing by the registration desk.
The Dharma Transmission Elder's withered fingers lightly slid across the Golden Order, and the number representing the contribution points suddenly decreased. Three jade scrolls engraved with pill patterns floated in mid-air.
Chen Sheng cupped his hands, "Thank you, Elder."
After speaking, he pressed his fingertip against the jade scroll and injected mana.
The three jade scrolls immediately emitted three golden rainbows, which darted into his forehead like swimming fish.
In the sea of consciousness, a wave of piercing pain surged up. Countless mysterious runes surged in the golden light, as if a blazing sun was burning inside his skull.
Chen Sheng instinctively pressed his temples, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead:
"Elder, this is..."
The Dharma Transmission Elder, stroking his white beard, had a knowing smile in his eyes:
