Zhao Feng felt his blood begin to boil like he was inheriting something.
It was an indescribable feeling, but Zhao Feng was certain that the change he had gained from this was even greater than reaching the Ascended Realm.
After lasting a few breaths, the left eye suddenly stopped giving anything.
Zhao Feng let out a breath and the thumping and jumping in his left eye began to slow down.
“Has it ended?”