Yang Yan's brow relaxed, and waves of spiritual power swept out, capturing the divine souls of five cultivators in the Saint King realm.
They had overdrawn their lifespan. Not only did their Saint King bodies collapse, but their divine souls also suffered numerous wounds.
In the face of Yang Yan's immense spiritual power, they couldn't resist at all, allowing themselves to be absorbed into his second sea of consciousness.
Then the spiritual power dissipated as he continued to devour and strengthen the god within his second sea of consciousness.
His divine sense grew more potent again, causing more abnormal phenomena to unfold within his sea of consciousness.
Figures appeared out of thin air, like newborns in a new world, beautiful and stunning.
"Upon reaching the Saint realm, *perhaps I can stand shoulder to shoulder with the Emperor realm!*" Yang Yan pondered.
The enhancement of power within the King's Seventh Realm did not bring him a true qualitative change.
