The vast heavens and earth, with a moonlit night and sparse stars.
At an extremely far distance, there was an abyss from which strong winds gushed, blowing for hundreds of miles.
"It's been twenty-three days."
Under the starry sky, a figure sat on a grinding-like bluestone, with sword-like eyebrows and a fluttering long robe, revealing a dashing appearance.
Chen Jianyi, now the strongest in the Third Region.
Dozens of strongmen lurked behind him, their breaths entwining like dragons and tigers, each of them possessing extraordinary root bones, including the children of princes and dukes.
At this moment, all the strongmen were gathering under his banner.
There was no other reason than Chen Jianyi's terrifying strength and being a disciple of the Sword Pillar.
"Brother Chen, it seems that the top spot in the Third Region belongs to you."
In the cold night breeze, a young man with a feather insignia embroidered on his gown approached slowly. It was Lv Xianyang.
