The new Son of Heaven showed a look of pain, his body trembling violently, yet he gritted his teeth to persist, fully operating the Cultivation Technique, gradually guiding the immense Heavenly Fate into himself.
Feng Qingyi wore a solemn expression, monitoring the entire process to prevent any mishaps.
The ritual lasted several days before gradually coming to an end.
The pillar of Heavenly Fate gradually thinned, slowly dissipating. The new Son of Heaven's aura noticeably strengthened, but his face was pale, clearly having consumed immense energy.
Feng Qingyi just breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to take the Son of Heaven away, when suddenly a faint, death-laden voice transmission whispered to her ear:
"Qingyi, my time is nearly up... at most a thousand more years... in five hundred years, bring him here again, for the final complete transference of Heavenly Fate..."
