Xu Fan looked at the black shadows all over the space, and it was only now that he fully recovered his senses to observe this small space.
The entire space was about the size of a soccer field, with a ceiling a hundred feet high. The heaven and earth were made of pure white jade, emitting a soft white light.
This formed a stark contrast to the sealed black shadow in the space.
"Calm down a bit. You've endured for tens of millions of years. What's another few thousand years?" Xu Fan said with a smile, feeling that the surroundings were a good place for quiet cultivation.
The prerequisite was to deal with this black shadow first.
The black shadow suddenly stopped, staring at Xu Fan with a hint of thought in its eyes.
"You, just a mere Nascent Soul Stage cultivator, at most can only let me torment you for a few hundred years," the black shadow said, shaking its head, as if Xu Fan was just a toy designed to be tormented, and not even a good quality one at that.
