Inside the dim grain and oil shop.
The wound in Chen Ji's palm healed in an instant, and there was a crisp sound from his ribs.
Blood dripped to the ground, making a splatter sound one after another, then abruptly stopped. Inside Chen Ji's body, seven hundred and twenty bright yellow stove fires raged, burning the blood into white vapor that vanished into the air before it even touched the ground.
So this is the Mountain Lord.
So this is immortality.
Chen Ji once learned from Feng Huai how to be without flaws, how to live longer, how to hide, how to bear it all, but although those were the things he taught, they somehow didn't seem like his path.
Only at this moment did he feel he had truly let loose.
Han Tong squinted slightly: "What Official Gateway did you cultivate? I've never seen it before."
"As long as it works." As soon as the words fell, Chen Ji pounced again.
