The Sun Essence, which was extremely difficult for the four monks in the late stages of the Faxiang Realm to transport, was suppressed in the blink of an eye in the hands of this middle-aged monk. It seemed to have spirituality, and gradually turned into a ball, motionless.

The power of creation was wrapped in the essence of the sun, floating above the palm of the middle-aged monk. After carefully looking at it for a few times, he nodded with a smile: "It is indeed the essence of the sun!"

"This person is not a half-step good fortune! He is the creator of a calamity!"