"My Lord."
The Level 10 Postnatal Demon God appeared before Xu Qing and bowed deeply. "What are your orders?" he asked, his tone one of utmost reverence.
"Haha..."
Xu Qing chuckled. "Twisted Demon God," he said, "you have now reached the very peak of the Seventh Realm, having condensed one hundred twenty-nine thousand, six hundred motes of the Light of the Great Dao."
"Next,"
"it's time to help you break through into the Eighth Realm."
"This..."
The Level 10 Twisted Demon God looked extremely excited. He took a deep breath, then immediately fell to his knees before Xu Qing and kowtowed. "I thank you for this immense grace, My Lord."
"Mm."
Xu Qing nodded slightly. With a wave of his right hand, a boundless torrent of the Power of Origin from the Grand Thousand Worlds surged forth like a great, unending river.
HUM!
