Everything is on the right track; it's time to take stock of the harvest.
Hong Yuan's lips curved slightly. Though his face remained expressionless, he felt somewhat proud at heart.
If it weren't for my hard work, constantly striving to cultivate at every moment, I could very well have been killed by the East Supreme Saint. But fortunately, the ultimate winner was me, Hong Yuan. Thus, the joy of a bountiful harvest should be tasted by me, Hong Yuan!
The first gain was an improvement in his situation.
Essentially, the life-threatening alert for his Demonic Body had been lifted.
He no longer had to worry about the Demon Clan's overall power backfiring against his Destiny Grid, nor did he have to fear the Human Clan Sky Palace erasing the existence of his Demonic Body.
After all, neither the Demon Clan nor the Human Race truly had the capability to lay hands on his Demonic Body, indeed.
