Therefore, Mo Yuan had not fought for 200 years in the Nine Mystic Mountain. He did not care about life and death. He only cared about the sword in his heart.
Sitting cross-legged on the wooden couch, Han Muye sighed.
Being ordinary was the best way to temper one's heart.
He still had a long way to go.
"Buzz!"
The increase in the strength of his soul and the change in his mental state allowed his spiritual qi cultivation to reach the ninth level of the Golden Core Realm.
A surge of power dispersed in all directions and was restrained by a golden light.
Half-Step Heaven Realm.
Han Muye smiled.
The next moment, on Chen Yue Star, tens of thousands of miles away, Han Muye, who was sitting cross-legged in the forest, opened his eyes.
No, here, his name was Gu Yuening.
