Heavenly Dao Library

In the end, thanks to Jian Wushuang's intervention, Ding Beichun was not beaten up.

"Don't worry, brother Jian. I'll definitely forge a perfect sword for you in less than a century," Ding Beichun said shamefully. "However, I'm afraid that the fate energy..."

Jian Wushuang did not scold him. Instead, he patted his shoulder and said, "Don't feel too pressured. It's fine if you don't have it. That sword is no longer suitable for me. I'm looking forward to the sword you will give me in the future."

Even though he said that, he still felt a sense of reluctance and loss in his heart.

He had ascended to this ultimate Great Yan Domain from the Divine Power Universe by himself, and the only Tarot Divine Sword had become his sustenance.

The familiar fate energy had disappeared, and even the last half of the Tarot Divine Sword had been reduced to dust.