Chapter 54: Fortune lux.
A day slipped by like sand through fingers, and Zhao Fan had already stepped into the third stage of the Holy Emperor Realm, after, his body was judged by the wrath of lightning tribulation.
From the moment one enters the Emperor Realm, every minor breakthrough is judged by the lightning, making sure those with the unstable foundation, are sent to hell as punishment.
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Currently,
"Sip!!"
Zhao Fan brought the porcelain cup to his lips, the steam curling like a lazy dragon into the still air as he slowly tasted the herbal tea made by the Holy Maiden.
His gaze lingered on the faintly glowing blue panel before him, thoughts drifting beneath calm waters.
He wore a Daoist robe woven in crimson deeper than blood and black darker than nightfall, untouched by dust, flowing like shadows beneath a setting sun.
A thin mist clung faintly to his striking face, blurring the lines of his expression. Yet, even without it, his features betrayed nothing, like the unmoving surface of a deep lake.
His presence was quiet, detached, like a star too distant to grasp, exuding the stillness of a being untouched by the noise of the mortal world.
Like a god, watching the ants.