This time upon returning, Li Xu firmly remembered the lesson from last time, no matter how strong the "omen" was, the Primordial Spirit simply didn't leave the Niwan Palace.
Resisting such temptation was undoubtedly painful, holding back the opportunity for transcendence was undeniably against the instinct of life.
As time went by, that feeling gradually faded, and immense unwillingness and loss emerged, bringing about a tide of negative emotions that was overwhelming!
Li Xu, with the calmness of ice and snow, looked down upon the huge fluctuations brought by the rise and fall of the tide, like an outsider.
Only when tranquility was restored did he deeply exhale a breath of turbid air and open his eyes.
Products of Low Level Artifact Refining, labor ghosts, laborers, and labor generals, were still busily tapping and hammering away at their tasks; at the peak of Cloud Fog Mountain, an ancient building resembling a dojo was gradually taking shape.
