The sky had already brightened.
Lin Yan emerged from the Blessed Land.
The little White Ape had the Taiji Yin Yang Bottle hanging from its waist.
Inside were six hundred Cloud Wing Birds, but under its control, they were not corroded into Yin Yang Qi.
The Xuan Venerate had previously done the same, hiding the Cloud Wing Birds in the bottle.
"Having consumed two strands of Old God's Mana, how do you feel?" Lin Yan, riding on the Jiao Linma, slowly spoke, asking aloud.
"The Qi-Blood within me surged, both my parents' ancestral bloodlines seemed to be activated, nearly bursting this body apart."
At this moment, the little White Ape appeared quite relaxed, and said, "But after eating ten Cloud Wing Birds just now, it was suppressed... relatively stabilized."
