Awkward

"Indeed, it was a bit overwhelming, and I couldn't completely control it!" Jian Wushuang was quite satisfied; he manipulated his power through familiarity.

Although it was somewhat uncomfortable now, it was, after all, his power.

He had improved in every possible aspect. In the realm where Divine General Moyin resided, the treasures he obtained ended up in the Second Prison. As for his cultivation realm, he reached the ninth level of the Extreme Dao and had long since stabilized.

As for the Sword Dao, this time he didn't encounter any opportunities related to it, so there was no improvement.

Moreover, this time, the so-called opportunity was quite dangerous, but the actual combat was minimal, mostly during a segment of intense fighting on the third bridge, amidst a sea of blood mist.

It was somewhat different from the life-and-death battles he experienced in the past, lacking significant pressure.