A year later, Xia Ji had completed the task of imparting the Heavenly Constitution.
The Demon Venerable also withstood the pressure of the various sects. After all, even if he had a mystic skill without a fire seed, he still could not break free from the lifespan of mortals. It was just that the distance between mortals and immortals had narrowed a little.
It was winter again this year, so Xia Ji no longer needed to teach the Xuan skill himself. Gongyang Zhang had listened for a long time, so he roughly knew all the questions that others would ask and how the young mister would answer them. He could completely reply with his own words, and with some of his own understanding, it was enough to support the Ten Thousand Swords Temple.
