"The Void Saint might be the top demon in the world. He may not be the strongest, but he's the best at staying alive; otherwise, he would have been killed long ago!"
Fu Wanshan was completely dumbfounded, bewildered.
Uncle Tang counted on his fingers, trembling as he spoke: "Six Martial Saints ran into trouble at the same time; what on earth is happening?"
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[3, Refining 10,000 drops of Life Metal (completed)]
Morning, with rain.
It is the plum rain season, the sky is layered with clouds, rolling with tenderness and poetic beauty, like an ever-changing ink scroll.
Fine rain drizzles down like silk and mist, dreamy and illusory, soaking into all things on earth.
Outside the cave, Fang Zhixing stood in the rain curtain, listening to the crisp sound of rain hitting the plantain leaves, feeling unprecedented tranquility in his heart.
No matter how bloody the storms outside are, he is not disturbed in the slightest.
