Deep within the Divine Palace, Qi Yun sat cross-legged like an ancient mountain. The faint golden Divine Power enveloping him was more restrained than before his seclusion, yet also more profound.
His eyes were slightly closed, but deep within them, a Star River seemed to reverse its course as Dao Rhyme flowed.
'The foundation of this realm lies in the Incense and Candle Divine Dao.'
'A Divine Position is a mandate of authority from Heaven, while incense and faith are the living wellspring that sustains the Divine Position and strengthens Divine Power.'
Qi Yun's Heart Thought flashed like lightning as he analyzed the essence of cultivation in this realm.
'And when it comes to incense and faith... there are masters of this art in the Profound Yellow world as well!'
The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, revealing a faint, confident smile.
