113 Godfiend Blood Pool

One of his cultivation goals was to become a Godfiend! Only by becoming a Godfiend could he kill demon monarchs!

When he was young, he had sworn an oath in front of his mother's grave. His father had been looking forward to it for many years, and he carried his grandaunt and the entire family clan's hopes. It was also his personal goal. All his years of cultivation were for becoming a Godfiend.

He was willing to risk his life to become a Godfiend.

Tonight, he had finally completed the Ninth Refinement. He was only one step away from becoming a Godfiend. How could Meng Chuan not be excited?

That night, he tossed and turned. He didn't sleep well at all. It was the first time he had insomnia since he came to Archean Mountain. However, the next morning, he remained as spirited as usual. He chuckled and became even warmer towards the stewards and servants in the cave abode. It made the stewards and servants flattered.

"What happened to our lord?"