In the boundless, profound darkness, Jiang Yi's consciousness drifted, sinking and floating, like he was adrift in a vast ocean, rising and falling with the undulations of the great void.
A few towering figures that reached from heaven to earth flashed by in succession. Immediately after, a majestic Daoist voice boomed like a series of thunderclaps:
"[Shao Yang] has injured the [Thunder Core]. A practitioner of [Qi Cultivation] has struck down a [True Monarch]. This deserves a great reward…"
Jiang Yi's heart stirred, and a feeling of relief washed over him. 'I didn't endure those nine bolts of profound lightning for nothing. I've finally accomplished something unprecedented in the [Yanfu Vast Land].'
'It's just a shame I can't feel my physical body right now. I can't even laugh.'
HUMMM. A gentle tremor.
