The gods said that there is an end to spiritual practice, until Lu Minghe walked into the fairy gate carrying an old lantern.
When the spirit ruler saw him lowering his head, the spirit measuring tablet cracked for him, and the nine bells in the Patriarch's Hall rang in unison. Others drew Qi from the twelve meridians one by one, but he thought it was too slow, so he opened all twelve meridians in one breath. Tianjiao worked hard to cultivate his Qi to perfection, but he didn't even step into the first level of Qi refining, and the spiritual energy in his body had already burst the Qi receiving stone.
Every time the eternal lamp lights up, his power increases to a level beyond the comprehension of the world. Kung Fu can be changed at a glance, supernatural powers can be broken once seen, and lamp oil can be made into lamp oil even if the road blocks the road.
No one in the same situation can take a move from him. The so-called powerful enemy across the border can only force him to be serious for a moment and reveal one more trump card.
The Son of God rules the roost? Suppress with one palm.
The return of the ancient immortal? Still bow his head.
The heavens refused to give way, so Lu Minghe went up with a lantern, penetrated all the worlds with his own hands, and pushed open the heavenly gate that no one dared to touch.
