Unexpectedly, there was no excruciating pain; his bones did not shatter, and not even his skin had scraped.
At that moment, Tao Qian merely felt his head buzzing, stars swirling before his eyes.
But he quickly recovered and immediately felt the Toad God Tile in his hand tremble again, sending through it an excited and joyous palpitation.
Including Yang Longxi, everyone present was agape.
Why was he smashing his own skull? Could he have gone mad?
It was no wonder the cultivators were clueless; after all, the Toad God Tile was a first of its kind for Tao Qian, without precedent.
Just as they were astonished, the next moment, a rift abruptly opened in the sky above Tao Qian's head.
Within the gap, Blessing's Golden Light shimmered.
A vast quantity of Golden Ingots and Treasure Beads poured down, which were clearly the Toad God's customary rewards.
Now, Tao Qian had come to view money as mere dirt, disregarding the Golden Ingots, his gaze fixed on an alien object.
