The Divine Ruins were so quiet, one could hear a pin drop.
No one answered the question, whether it was the eight Bazhun'an of the ancient book world, or those watching from Sky City and Yue Gongli.
It seemed everyone was still immersed in the awe-striking sword that had just severed the Galaxy.
Xu Xiaoshou was a pragmatic person.
Glory was in the past, reminiscing was enough.
That sword had almost drained him, this was the reality!
When he noticed that his Life force had slightly recovered and he could barely move,
He hurriedly opened his eyes, took control of his limbs, and tried to move.
"Crack, pop!"
Bones rapidly healed, hair regrew, and muscles quickly swelled back.
This physique, envied even by the eight Bazhun'an, treated "injury" and "healing" like a joke.
Saying it's out of breath, then it's out of breath.
Saying it recovers, then it recovers.
Initially, he could only barely support himself and stagger a few steps, but soon his steps steadied.
