Jiang Changsheng silently blessed Mu Lingluo with a million incense points to see if she could have a great fortuitous encounter.
Among the blessings he had given, Mu Lingluo was the only one who had hopes of catching up to Lin Haotian. Jiang Changsheng had high hopes for her.
After the blessing, Jiang Changsheng retracted his gaze and focused on his cultivation.
He wondered when the million incense points would take effect.
Jiang Changsheng thought silently.
On the other side.
In the central region of Great Jing, the Tiangang Province, the land of the former Tiangang Dynasty.
Among the mountains, a group of men and women in uniform robes were building a Daoist temple. They were the disciples of the Dao Ancestor Sect.
Qi Yuan and Emperor Fengtian, Li Ya, sat halfway up the mountain, facing the blazing sun. They circulated their true qi together, and luck wrapped around their bodies, condensing into substance, just like smoke and gas surrounding them. It was extremely magical.
