In a broad and dark hall, twenty-four pillars embossed with dragons had been sparkling with a faint golden light. Ji Hao sat in the hall with crossed legs. A thin golden light glowed between his eyebrows while a three-meter golden cloud hovered above his head. From the edge of the cloud, beams of golden light were releasing constantly.
Except for the cloud above his head, Ji Hao’s power was tightly restrained, that made him seem like a lifeless status. But inside his body, twenty-four thousand, six-hundred and eighty golden light spots had been quickly moving, releasing scorching hot streams of power, flushing his meridians and acupoints. His skin was cool, as cool as the jade ground. Yet, the inner temperature of his body was high enough to melt almost everything in Pan Gu world, except for a few types of pre-world divine material.