Jiang Yi's gaze sharpened, a flicker of astonishment showing for the first time.
The clay statue of the Kitchen God looked as if it had been struck seven or eight times with a heavy sledgehammer, revealing shocking, massive cracks from top to bottom.
The moment he looked up, it exploded with a POOF, turning to dust.
'The Kitchen God's incarnation can't withstand a single bow from me?'
Jiang Yi pondered for a moment and seemed to understand.
After inheriting the Yang Qi Taiyin Heaven, although he hadn't touched that Golden Position which had been forced into seclusion, he had still inexplicably obtained a sliver of the "supreme" concept.
'No wonder I was promoted from the lowest "Humble as Grass" to "Sun and Moon Emperor" in just a few days.'
'No wonder absorbing the destiny of the Wind and Fire Cushion was so easy, even more effortless than refining a Nourishing Essence Pill.'
