Don't Forget

An overflowing sensation of power surged within Yan Zaizen's body, coursing through his soul, body, and heavenly essence. His amber-gold eyes were like flares as they regarded the surroundings, undisturbed by the Pseudo-God's roar of discontent or the voice of interference.

He was deep within his own thoughts at the moment. His palms were beautifully flashing with three rays of light, jet-black, pale white, and cyan. The power that coursed through his body originated from his three Regalias of Heaven, and it was fueled by the refined energy of the two cloaked individuals.

This was especially so for his soul power. He had never felt so lively before, flooded with pure energy. His Heavenly Shrine was not exempt. At the moment, it was brilliantly glowing like a miniature sun in the shape of a pyramid. It faintly spun at its axis, causing Yan Zaizen to be somewhat startled.

As he felt the three forces circulate, he realized what this was.