The ninth day.
There was only one day left. However, Shen Ping's heart strangely calmed down. He looked straight ahead at the rich blood energy, which seemed to form a scene. There was his wife, Wang Yun, Yu Yan, Bai Yuying, Luo Qing, Qiuying, Mu Jin, Yin Honglian, Yu Qingling. In the end, the blood energy intertwined and formed a narrow and dark wooden house.
Up until now, although it had only been 70 years, there were people in the depths of his memories that he could not part with and could not forget. No matter what was waiting for him tomorrow, he would not give up. He opened the virtual interface. His gaze landed on the Strange Beast Talent column.
Once his consciousness collapsed, if the spinning Golden Core lost control, it would definitely cause damage to the body. What he needed to do was to strengthen his body. As long as he could protect his body before Elder Hui Yue arrived, the situation would not be bad.
