The full moon on the fifteenth shimmered in the sky, and beneath the moonlight, the sixty-six zhang tall Heavenly Giant Statue was covered with golden patterns. Countless Arrays lit up, adorning the night with a magnificent scene.
"Huff—"
Although not as torrential as during the daytime, the statue's inhalation and exhalation still whipped up a strong wind in the night sky.
"It's really pushing it to the limit."
Within his Dantian, Qing Yu felt as if he were thrown into a pool of Primordial Energy, with this single breath drawing in nearly twenty times the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi he usually absorbed.
With just this one breath, the Primordial Energy swelled his meridians to the brink.
"Fortunately, my body is strong enough."
