"When the time comes, countless living beings from the Nineteenth Prison will look for you. Take care."
After saying that, Sir Dagger disappeared completely. No matter how Qin Yu called out, it did not respond.
"Da*n it, nothing good ever happens when this thing appears!"
Qin Yu cursed angrily.
The Investiture of Gods was enough to give him a headache, but he did not expect to cultivate the divinity of the Nineteenth Prison out of nowhere.
Moreover, this was probably not good judging from Sir Dagger's tone.
Qin Yu understood the principle if two men ride on a horse, one must ride behind.
Forget it. Let's not care about this for now.
Qin Yu sighed. No matter what existence he was facing now, he was as insignificant as an ant.
He could only take it one step at a time and try his best to use this weak power of divine sense to increase his strength now.
He could only do his best and listen to God's will.
