Tao Qian, trapped by the Divine Light, had already calmly accepted the extraordinary price he had to pay.
High above the sky, he watched over the vast territories below, observing all kinds of turbulent scenes unfolding.
"On the third day of hanging the Heavenly Lantern, which province, which Talent will it be today?"
Having muttered to himself, Tao Qian soon found his answer.
Indeed, not much time had passed, just half an hour later.
It seemed like an auspicious time had arrived once more, as a majestic fortune surged through the void, filling his body.
Tao Qian not only heard the cheers of all people but also glimpsed the process within.
"Hong Province, although not much of a presence within the seventy-two provinces of the Longevity Heavenly Dynasty, has always been a land where great figures are born since ancient times."
