The faint golden light spread out extremely quickly. In the blink of an eye, it covered the entire area, and a strange fragrance that caused one to gasp lightly filled the air.
Bei Feng did not resist, and allowed the golden light to wrap around his body. In that moment, he could feel his body changing subtly.
The golden blood was one of the strongest foundational treasures of the Vatican. According to legends, it originated from a ten-winged seraphim.
As the golden light passed through the crowd, everyone felt their minds and bodies relax, feeling as though they'd returned to their mother's womb.
Wang Wuyou furrowed his brows, feeling extremely uncomfortable. Although in theory he'd been reborn, his entire body was basically filled with death Qi. While he could disregard most other stuff, this golden light that carried a holy energy was incredibly suffocating for him.