While the donkey was feeling confused, Wang Baole's secret chamber rotted at an increasing speed. At the same time, the cries and howling that seemed to stem from the gathering of supreme beings grew even louder. It appeared as if in the darkness of the situation, a force had arrived, disrupting Wang Baole's cultivation. However, it was too far away to make a significant impact.
In this manner, time passed slowly, and two weeks came and went!
In these two weeks, Wang Baole sat motionlessly with his legs crossed. His body had already stiffened, and his breathing had disappeared. His entire body was covered in frost, and he was like a corpse, such that he wasn't able to feel anything, even the fire of life.
