But right now, standing at the heart of the Celestial Thunder, Lin Chang'sheng didn't feel the slightest discomfort. Instead, he felt an unparalleled comfort suffusing his whole body.
His physique had ascended another level, refined by the thunder's baptism.
BOOM—
Lin Chang'sheng threw a punch, and the palm seal formed from condensed primordial power surged forth like a towering mountain, crashing fiercely into a distant mountain range, erupting with a deafening explosion.
"Not bad!"
Seeing that the palm seal's power far surpassed what he wielded in the Mahayana Stage, Lin Chang'sheng was quite satisfied.
"Can we leave now?"
Candle Flame asked.
That was what concerned him most—when they could finally leave.
But Lin Chang'sheng was in no rush, since leaving was now mere child's play for him.
With no one to disturb him here, Lin Chang'sheng was even more inclined to stay and cultivate for a while longer.
"Three days from now!"
Lin Chang'sheng replied.
