The battle at the Kunlun Mountains has ended.
The fight between the Palace of the Nether King and those enemies has also come to a close.
Li Chen, however, found himself in a different place.
The weeds were lush, the trees towering, with just a glance you would see a jungle filled with a primitive aura. This jungle was very ancient, its existence seemingly spanning a long time.
The growth cycle of a tree adds one ring for each year. Li Chen glanced back at the tree he was leaning against; judging by its thickness, it must have at least a hundred rings, right?
"Here I am again."
Looking at the sky, a bitter smile graced Li Chen's face.
On his body, the Black Pearl and the Red Moon had returned to the position of the dantian, while the Cross Sword had entirely disappeared upon his return.
That thing was just a one-time pass.
After one round trip, it vanished completely.
