The Eve of the Banquet

Jian Wushuang looked around again before he finally entered meditation.

After breaking away from the past clay idol from the Divine Power Univers, he had jumped from Ancestor level to Yan Immortal.

With his strength in the Yan Immortal stage, he had not encountered a life-and-death situation for the time being in the Great Yan Domain.

Even the giant Sea Sky Octopus and the Patriarch of the Whirling Heaven did not give him a real fear of death.

Jian Wushuang vaguely guessed that only by leaving the Yan Immortal realm could he really take that step.

Not long after he sat in meditation, he seemed to realize something and reached out to take out the wordless heavenly book from his arms.

Jian Wushuang turned to the first 15 pages, which were full of tiny words. His eyes stopped on the 16th page, but there was nothing else on it except for the blank space.