Song Jian sat cross-legged in the dark cave, a cold smile in his heart, "Do they really think I'm some clueless country bumpkin, dreaming of trading that junk for a Posuo Fruit? Absurd!"
The Power of Law, even legendary realm powerhouses covet this ability, so how could Song Jian easily hand it over, unless the other party offered equipment like the Sword Immortal set or skills like the Chaos Sword Canon. Otherwise, Song Jian wouldn't even spare it a glance.
Song Jian sat cross-legged, already starting to lose the sensation of his body's existence, as if he had become a mass of consciousness, shrouded in a haze.
In an instant, Song Jian felt countless versions of himself appear in the river of time, each image seen from his own perspective, looking around at everything.
The concept of time seemed to vanish, yet it was omnipresent; Song Jian felt as if he were embodying myriad forms, and for a moment, even his self-awareness began to blur.
