Xu Zimei couldn't control the silver-white lines within his body.
This, to him, was unacceptable.
Who knows if they are some ominous entity, a destabilizing factor within oneself, anyone would be uneasy.
At this moment, accompanied by the black and white gases formed by the Yin-Yang Fish rushing into his mind.
Xu Zimei could more clearly comprehend the Great Dao.
More importantly, he sensed the silver-white lines within his body.
They possessed breath.
In other words, these silver-white lines were something with life.
"Your accumulation to become a Holy King is already sufficient.
Condense the Taoist Fruit, step into the Half-Step Taoist Fruit Realm, only lacking an opportunity."
The voice of the True Martial Ancestor echoed at the mountain summit.
The voice was vast and grand.
The Qingfeng above condensed, as if gathering into a mad wind and rain.
"I give you this opportunity.
