Above the layered steps, at the center of the circular plaza, a sharp-tipped stone stele piercing the high heavens is full of cracks, ancient and solemn. Now, with the arrival of a person, one by one, the ancient inscriptions light up, resonating with the Great Void, the ring of temporal waves sweeping in all directions.
Zhou Changhe sat cross-legged, leaning against the Void Stele for meditation and rest. He initially planned to follow Mr. Heavenly Sword's advice and immediately enter a state to absorb the purest Power of Great Void from this Void Central to strengthen his soul and spirit, but he opened his eyes at the sudden brightening of Sword Light from afar.
"Is that... someone achieving Purple Mansion? So fast?"
He asked in surprise, but Mr. Heavenly Sword's tone suddenly sank, "No! This is a sword cultivator's death-defying moment, a self-destroying sword against a formidable enemy. Back then... damn, it's a Heavenly Demon!"
