As a sacred object of preaching, the sacred energy is evaporated every day, with a wisp of immortal light, gathering more faiths, almost like a spiritual being, becoming more sacred and unattainable.

Zhang Qingyang's ability to hold the palm of his hand, which is Ye Fan's future weapon to attain enlightenment, made other disciples envious of him at first.

No one can replace him. The little Tianshi is unparalleled in preaching. He works hard and his footprints are spread all over every corner of the world.

Now, not only countless mortals believe in the heavenly palace, but many practitioners are also blooming lotus flowers by him, returning to the heavenly palace, and respecting the heavenly emperor together.

His Taoist practice has also made great progress. Every time the Heavenly Court grows stronger, he will make a little progress. Ye Fan saw all this and made him a registered disciple to take disciples.

On this day, Ye Fan crossed time and space to summon him and returned to Middle Earth, because he was about to overcome the tribulation and needed a tripod to pass it together.

Accumulate and make a fortune!

It’s not that he can’t pass, it was enough three years ago, but everything was just because he wanted to slash the great way. He didn’t want any accidents to happen. He had to make a brilliant future through the past, but if he failed, he would be a disaster, and he could not even compare with the ants, so he had to be careful.

"Meet the master."

When Zhang Qingyang came back, the tripod hanging on his head fell off and turned into an inch high. The tripod was simple and natural, while the outside of the tripod was surrounded by immortal divine light, which sank into Ye Fan's eyebrows.

"Thank you for your hard work in the past few years. If heaven is successful, I will remember your first success."
Chapter completed!