Suddenly, the holy light that wrapped around Qin Yu began to weaken at an astonishing rate. In the blink of an eye it all contracted into his body.

The viciousness in the Divine Seat’s eyes didn’t even have time to disappear before he saw Qin Yu appear in front of him, all of the holy light gone.

Hold on. What kind of situation was this?

Hadn’t it been decided that he would blow up and die!?

Fused…he had fused…this bastard had actually fused…

Ji Xiangtian felt stuffiness in his chest. All of the strength he had been using to suppress his internal injuries suddenly loosened and he spat out a mouthful of blood, his face full of grievance.

What was going on here? A random person had managed to smoothly fuse with the holy light and become the Divine Church’s new Saint Son?

“You. Have resentment?”

A boundless and dignified voice sounded out once more, exploding in the air like a million thunderclaps.

Ji Xiangtian was shocked. His face paled further and his pupils wildly contracted.

He suddenly realized something. The idea that the Dao...