Months flashed by in the blink of an eye.
Jiang Ding slowly opened his eyes, showing a hint of fatigue.
His divine soul, meridians, and physical body had sustained serious injuries, and it had taken a tremendous amount of energy just to prevent them from worsening.
In fact, Divine Mechanism Heavenly Monarch had once asked him whether he wanted to risk returning to the Refinement Void Battlefield and then be sent back to the Xianmen Sect for recuperation, but he had refused.
His physical injuries could still withstand stress, ensuring they did not deteriorate was the main reason.
The secondary reason was the barrier of the Minor Thousand World, which could prevent the attack of the Masters of Refining Nothingness; it was indeed the safest place, even safer than Yuan's flagship.
These old monsters had lived for such an interminably long time.
