In the void, the young man in a profound robe sat cross-legged with a smile on his face. Golden light flowed at his fingertips, leaping like golden snakes before finally sinking between his eyebrows.
He thought, "The [Fruit of Divine-Empyrean Thunder] is more perfect now..."
Lü Yang was fully satisfied. Faintly, he could almost see illusory light and shadows emanating from this Fruit—the profound and mysterious essence that was on the verge of taking shape and condensing.
He pondered, "The Cultivation from the [Fruit of Pine-Cedar Wood] has heavily compensated for its previous shortcomings. From now on, once I attain the Fruit again, everything will naturally fall into place."
