"Celestial Tier Martial Sovereign, seven days?" Xia Tianming was slightly bewildered, not understanding what exactly his grandson was thinking.
This was obviously impossible, how could he... wait!
Xia Tianming seemed to have thought of something and turned his head to look at Xia Feng.
"A day in the dream feels like a millennium; we essentially have a full seventy thousand years now. We must not let it go to waste, right?"
Xia Feng said with a smile.
As soon as he spoke, Xia Tianming's eyes were filled with a look of ecstasy.
"Yes, seventy thousand years, I almost forgot about this!"
"In these seventy thousand years, as long as you, Grandfather, can break through to above Celestial Tier Sixth Layer, and with the Void Cauldron, even if they're the successive ten Emperor Xias, it won't be easy for them to take the Void Cauldron!"
Xia Feng snorted coldly and looked back towards the direction of the Imperial Palace, his eyes as cold as an iceberg.
