He Ao lowered his head, looking at the gigantic cheek below, as dazzling thunder gathered at his fingertips.
The pressure was far greater than before, carrying a certain higher positional pressure, definitely not as simple as the 'Fountain of Youth' supplying life force.
There was some higher being giving 'support' to the Stonemason.
However, this did not exceed He Ao's expectations. He raised his head, gazing at the thick fog around him.
Boom—
A brilliant thunder appeared above the firmament, streaking across the sky.
The dense fog was scorched by the thunder, emitting a fierce sizzling sound.
A slight, faint itching emerged on He Ao's cheek, arm, and body, bit by bit.
Yet He Ao did not care about this itching feeling but continued to look up at the sky.
The fine thunder flickered on the pages of the Book of Bygone Days in his hand, then quickly converged.
