Yin Zhiping on the altar is now also completely bewildered.
His eyes seemed to be fixed, motionless, staring at the numbers on the Dragon Soul Stele.
The numbers were so glaring that it felt as if he was dreaming.
The uproar of disciples below and the joyful voice of Tongxuan finally pulled him back to reality.
"Nine... ninety percent?"
He lightly murmured this unbelievable number, the feelings he had were incredibly complex.
If that's the case, he could live for nine hundred years, and also become the host of the Dragon Soul for nine hundred years?
With the power borrowed from the Taixu Ancient Dragon, from this moment on, he became a new focus for cultivation in the Hengyue Sect.
This was secondary; the important thing is that in Hengyue Sect, he should be considered as under one person but above everyone else.
This unparalleled glory, so far, should have no second occurrence besides him.
"So powerful, I'm so powerful."
