This moment.
Xuanqing had a feeling that he might only need to accelerate for another hundred or eighty years at most to condense the Divine's flower of National Luck.
However... the notification sound in his mind rang, which meant that there were extremely urgent matters in the Real World.
"Judging by the characters of Elder Jingde and Yang Ying, the matter must be significant."
"Forget it, forget it. The process of condensing the Divine's flower takes a considerable amount of time. I'll finish handling the matters of the Real World first, then come back to breakthrough with peace of mind."
Xuanqing let out a deep sigh.
Having a thought.
"Exit the game!"
....
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The Real World.
Qingping Temple.
Xuanqing opened his eyes, a hint of surprise flashing across his face.
As soon as he exited the game and returned to reality, he felt an extremely familiar repulsive force, as if the entire world was squeezing against him.
