800 Miles of Purple Qi
Editor: Transn
As time went by, six hours had passed.
Zhang Ruochen stood upright at the edge of the bronze cauldron like a human-shaped copper billet as if he were about to integrate with the Worshiping Bronze Tripod.
Many people could not stand it and had lost their patience. They got tired of waiting and were ready to leave the Supreme Pure Palace.
"Swoosh!"
Just then, from the Worshiping Bronze Tripod, a wisp of purple Qi slowly rushed out into the sky and connected with the clouds.
Somebody detected the change in it and exclaimed, "Look, a wisp of purple Qi is spewing out from the Worshiping Bronze Tripod. How is that possible?"
"It's hard to believe that purple Qi is really rushing out from there. Is the Patriarch manifesting?"
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The disciples who originally intended to leave immediately returned. They widened their eyes and stared at the Worshiping Bronze Tripod.
Remarkably, purple Qi really was rushing out of the cauldron.