Reciting, Jiang Liu'er's face turned black, his eyes reflecting a sense of despair.
"Old Xi, you call this a Transcendence Scripture?!"
"Cough cough, don't mind those details... Physical transcendence is still transcendence, isn't it? As long as you send them to the Western Heaven, whether the Buddha forgives and accepts them is none of our business."
As Jiang Liu'er recited in despair, the seven-colored light ball in the Sea of Consciousness emitted a dazzling light, sinking into Jiang Liu'er's Spirit, projecting onto a sealed Six-winged Golden Cicada.
Once the scripture was finished, Jiang Liu'er suddenly discovered that his cultivation level, originally stagnated at Fifth Grade, began to grow rapidly, rising from the Early Stage all the way to the Late Stage before stopping.
"Old Xi, am I dreaming? Just by reciting a Transcendence Scripture once, the Golden Cicada perished? But why has my cultivation increased by so little? Don't tell me you took it all!"
