Training Before the Main Clan Competition

Just like that, three months passed.

During this period of time, Wang Mang successfully refined 28 mid-rank Level 7 divine weapons into his body.

The rest of the time was spent chatting with Abyss Bai Yang and Abyss Xuan Ming.

This was because in the previous battle between the old man and the World Will, 70% of the Earth Realm had been destroyed.

The location of the Tianxiao Pavilion had long been destroyed because it was close to the battlefield.

Therefore, it had been a long time since Wang Mang and the others drank the spirit wine of the Tianxiao Pavilion.

The day.

Wang Mang was currently sitting cross-legged in his bedroom.

After carefully observing the only source in his body, a strange expression appeared on Wang Mang's face.

On the pure white only source, the black patterns seemed to have increased by another portion.

He did not know what would happen if the black patterns completely covered the only source.