He had been in the illusion for almost two months.
During this time, ao Jian never left the island. It wasn't that he didn't want to leave, but that he couldn 't.
They could only work day after day in the dark mine.
This kind of life made ao Jian feel extremely irritated, but his desire for the nomological sword intent made him unwilling to give up.
In these two months, ao Jian had also tried to think of the reason for the existence of this illusionary realm.
At this moment, he had many guesses in his mind.
The most likely guess that ao Jian had was that he was experiencing the path that the netherworld Swordmaster had once taken.
He could still clearly remember that when he was in the desert, the old man pointed at the distance with a trembling finger and shouted,"
"Ocean ... A mu ... Ocean ..."
Ao Jian's analysis of this was that the old man had originally wanted to take him to the sea.
