One Hundred Thousand Sacred Mountains, night.
Qin Mu stood on the top of the World Tree and unhurriedly followed the dao dew that slid down from great change path tree.
The half a year period was about to come, and he had been doing this monotonous task over the past few days. Even though it was monotonous, every time he collected dao dew to mend the cracked Black Mountain, he would feel the heavy burden and responsibility on great change’s shoulders.
He had only been doing it for half a year, but Tai Yi had already been doing it for billions of years.
Suddenly, the branches of Great Change Dao tree in ultimate void great overarching heaven swayed, and countless drops of Dao dew fell down.
Qin Mu’s heart jumped, and he hurriedly executed his divine art to store all the Dao Dew into the bucket. However, the area covered by Great Change Dao tree was too wide, and there were still a few drops of dao dew that fell onto the world tree and were absorbed by its branches and leaves!
