Battle God’s Sword Will, Incomparably Profound!

This part of the canyon, which was akin to a paradise, once again returned to its tranquility.

Sun Ming closed his eyes and continued to meditate. The old fisherman was still wielding his fishing pole that had no fishing line. He put one hand beneath his chin and acted like he was waiting for a fish to bite.

Yue Changdao lay down on a slanted grass patch and stared at the skies in a daze. He would occasionally break a stem of grass and chew it in a bored manner.

They had been comprehending this stage for close to ten years, and things were truly too dull. Despite their previous anticipation, all their excitement had long since been exhausted.

If they had one more chance to choose again, they would have decisively chosen to leave ten years ago instead of wasting their time here for an unrealistic Battlegod Catalog.

Naturally, one couldn't help but admit that these streams of sword qi did cause them to improve quite a lot.