A trace of thought returned from the "Donghuang Bell".
Ning Xunqiu, who was in the midst of alchemy, was momentarily stunned, and his Primordial Spirit easily absorbed thirty years of memories.
Mages.
True Demon.
Black Emperor Ji Jun.
Black Martial.
Demon Abyss.
Fortune?!
"Red achievement?"
He heard a prompt sound in his ear, suddenly startled, and quickly looked at the fortune column.
[Fortune: 140/561]
This time, responding casually to the summons, he unexpectedly gained so much fortune; he thought dropping a move would take at least decades to reap the benefits.
He did not hold any expectations.
"Over there, thirty years is equivalent to three days in the Qingxu Realm; I nurtured the birth of a Divine Being and transmitted Dharma to a realm, directly bringing over a hundred points of fortune cap."
"Black Martial."
"It really is a great harvest."
Ning Xunqiu was pleasantly surprised.
