Creation!
What a grand and terrifying word.
Even Jian Wushuang's heart couldn't help but beat wildly when he thought of this.
After a long time.
"You're thinking too far ahead. For me, breaking through to the refined state is the most important thing."
Jian Wushuang's eyes flickered. After taking a deep breath, he put away the Wuxu chaotic cauldron.
The battle on the Ancient Path of Stars should have ended by now, which meant that the feast of all races in the universe was about to begin.
Other than breaking through to the Supreme-being realm, his strength could no longer advance any further. The only thing he could do now was to wait quietly for the Great Clan Gathering to begin.
Thinking of this, Jian Wushuang sat on the peak of the mountain and let the strong wind blow across his face. He slowly closed his eyes.
