"Our top combat capabilities are still too poor,"
"I could choose to delay for a few more years, waiting until there are numerous powerful successors before starting to arrange my plans. But who knows when the Evil God might truly awaken—there's no time to waste."
"Cultivating more myths now means we can have more hands on deck, gaining destiny points and resources faster, and then continue to snowball our strength."
Delaying cultivation is unacceptable.
You deal with soldiers that come and flood with soil that comes—it's that simple.
At this moment, Instructor Fang revealed a hint of joy. After entrusting the monitoring tasks to Miss Ruo and Xiao Huan, he headed to the back mountain of the Secret Realm, a place of seclusion protected by layers of ritual arrays.
Amidst the swirling mist, the clanging sound of swords rang out, and a slender figure emerged from the shadows of swords.
"The sixth strand of divinity has indeed condensed."
