Three years passed by in a flash.
One of the nine forbidden grounds in the extreme north of the universe.
Under a ten thousand year old ice mountain.
"Ancestor, how is Jian Wushuang? Do I have to keep sleeping like this?"
The Overlord asked as he placed Jian Wushuang on a huge ice bed.
At that moment, Jian Wushuang's aura was extremely weak. His eyes were tightly closed and he had fallen into the deepest sleep.
Beside him, Leng Rushuang, who had just come out of the heaven suppressing monument, held Jian Wushuang's hand tightly. She looked at the sleeping Jian Wushuang with heartache.
When the white-haired ancestor heard this, he shook his head and sighed, "Grandson, this little guy's divine body has been shattered sixty-seven times. It's already a great fortune that he's still alive. However, his life force has been injured. I'm afraid it's impossible for him to wake up."
"Is that so?" The Overlord's expression turned grave.
