Qi Chen felt something strange on his body, a little bit of spiritual light flickering. This had nothing to do with cultivation, but something to do with merit.

He saved the entire hot summer, and these people were grateful.

The merits are gathered together, the aura condenses, and the divine brilliance blooms, just like a god.

This is Xiaocheng’s holy body.

It is said that a true saint is different from gods and immortals. This is not a cultivation level, but a state.

"If the sky does not appear holy, it will sleep forever."

Eight characters are imprinted on the surface of the holy vessel of merit, which are dazzling.

The group of mutated crows and vultures that followed Qi Chen from a distance suddenly fled in fear and scattered in all directions.

The clouds dissipated and the sun shone, making it very warm.

"Qi Chen, just now, Otto, the high priest of the Western Temple, committed suicide."
Chapter completed!