Lu Yang opened his eyes, calmly surveying his surroundings. The power that once could overturn a Boundary Heaven was now completely gone, leaving only a mortal body too weak to truss a chicken, even plagued by serious illness. Even breathing was a pain.
"Those whose names are called, step before me."
A familiar voice sounded from the platform. Lu Yang lifted his head to find he had once again become that utterly ordinary yet exceptionally handsome youth who had just joined the Saint Sect.
"Drip your blood into the life lamp beside me, ignite the life flame. From this day forward, you are nominal disciples of my Primordial Saint Sect."
Senior Brother Liu Xin on the platform continued his address, and soon began the roll call: "Chen Liang."
"Present!"
With a shout, a young Daoist acolyte with red lips and white teeth stepped forward, his brow brimming with spiritual energy—clearly possessing excellent aptitude. Pity, that within the Saint Sect, aptitude was the most useless thing.