The poor third night of the ninth month—the dew was like real pearls, the moon like a bow.
Night shrouded Holy Spirit Mountain, and Yunhai Cliff lay in silence.
In the backyard of Yunhai Dwelling, a youth draped in a black gold emperor robe lounged lazily in a rocking chair, gazing at the crescent moon in the night sky.
After the crisis had passed, the families of the Ran Sect Generals had been sent back to the human world.
For ordinary people, living in this barren land far removed from modern society was no different from prison. But as the families of gods, they truly could not easily blend back into society.
It was said that most of the family members had been settled in the great ancient cities beneath the gods' feet.
The specifics were not something Lu Ran needed to consider.
Xianmo Flower trees had been planted anew in the yard. Their luxuriant branches swayed gently in the breeze, carrying a faint fragrance of jasmine.
It was truly intoxicating.
Lu Ran's eyelids gradually drooped. The heavy Zhanzun Knife he held slipped from his hand by accident and fell to the ground with a smack.
"Hmm?" Lu Ran's eyes flew wide open.
Realizing this was not a battlefield, his taut body slowly relaxed.
Lu Ran tilted his head at the Zhanzun Knife on the ground and could not help curling his lips.
It had been nearly three months.
From the sixth day of the sixth month until yesterday, the second day of the ninth month, Lu Ran had been fighting nonstop on the Heaven Realm Battlefield.
The Zhanzun Knife had shown no movement whatsoever.
Trying to cultivate a divine weapon in merely three months truly was wishful thinking.
But specific circumstances required specific analysis!
What quality of weapon was