Lin Wudao had chosen the eighth ancestral land to become a God.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
When the curious crowd arrived at the eighth ancestral land, they saw a tall, cold-looking man in black sitting in the lotus position.
His eyes were closed, and he looked solemn. He was emitting an extremely majestic and grand aura. Divine light spread out for thousands of miles behind him, illuminating the entire Mountain Mausoleum Area.
Above his head, there were ten thousand bolts of lightning with brilliant heavenly might.
In front of him was an ancient cauldron that was more than ten feet tall. The flames inside were dazzling and its aura was extremely terrifying. Pure spiritual energy surged out of the cauldron like true dragons and poured into Lin Wudao's body.
As the true dragon-like spiritual energy poured into his body, the aura around Lin Wudao gradually soared. The divine light behind him also became more and more dazzling.