Finally, Ji Hao stood back on the land of Pu Ban City. The dense natural power was just like the warm rice soup cooked by his Amma, wrapping him up intimately with an unspeakable warmth.
A huge sun was glowing brightly high up in the sky, releasing the golden, warm sunlight, pouring on Ji Hao’s body. Abruptly, a golden layer of mist enveloped him, the golden-liquid-like dense mist releasing a great heat. Ji Hao’s body swayed slightly because the great Dao of sun of Pan Xi world, which was sealed inside his body by the mysterious man with an unknown method, had now been activated.