C654 Divine Descent

Xue Zhantian's face was filled with grief. Since the dead had already passed away, there was no use in being sad anymore.

He gathered his emotions and felt neither joy nor sadness.

Xue Zhantian began to fuse with his sacred art, letting it sleep within his battle spirit. In the future, it would gradually awaken and become his battle spirit's sacred art.

As he chanted an ancient incantation