Second Yan Han Empire.
Fufeng Protectorate.
Black Fog tumbled within a temporarily opened cave dwelling.
Zhong Shenxiu suddenly opened his eyes, "A single day in the mountains, a thousand years in the world..."
He had spent close to a hundred years in the last mysterious side-world, and in this world, when he calculated it, several months had passed.
Fortunately, having reached the Divine Power Realm, he was able to fast for long periods; otherwise, this body of Su Daoshi might have starved to death.
"The next world won't have this problem..."
Zhong Shenxiu sat cross-legged, silently recalling everything he had experienced in the previous world.
Immortality, ascension, descending...
And at the end, just as the great battle was about to conclude, he dared not stay any longer and could only leave.
