Forming the Deity Infant
Editor: Henyee Translations
Whoosh!
In the old, towering palace entirely made of an unknown black stone, wind stopped blowing, Essence Qi froze, dust fell on the floor and even time seemed to have stopped. Only Chen Fan was sitting in the air alone with his legs crossed.
One minute, two minutes, three minutes…
A long time later.
Chen Fan didn't have the tiniest bit of energy around him, like a clay sculpture. All of the golden light went back into his body and there wasn't even a movement of Dharma Power. His skin also looked dull as if he had died thousands of years before.
Such a condition lasted for three days and three nights.
Suddenly…
Boom.
Chen Fan's body cracked.