The time to climb the ladder is too long, so most of the people left in the hall at this time are the five relatives and friends of the sub-sage, and the staff of the holy gate.
So they had the honor to witness a miracle.
At that time, on the hard shell of the tortoise, a golden light shot up into the sky, as if it was about to puncture the ceiling of the hall. With the golden light spots like a drizzle, the aura in the air turned into a phoenix, a unicorn, Jade rabbit and fairy grass are auspicious.
A holy and elegant singing, played in the dark, let people hear it, the spirit is happy, and the tiredness is gone.
“This is… the birth of a saint?”
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