Broken Ancient Land

Broken Ancient Land

"Master, my cultivation speed is already quite fast, isn't it?" Song Changming said with a smile.

"Not enough." The Nine Heavens Goddess remained calm as ever, merely stating a fact.

"Then Master should help me," Song Changming said bluntly.

If he wanted to cultivate even faster, he would undoubtedly need fortuitous treasures to aid him. Relying on hard cultivation alone, he was already advancing at an astonishing pace.

He had originally intended to ask his master for some good items. Like the Divine Tear Fruit she had given him before—if he could get another eight or ten, reaching the peak of the Heavenly Immortal realm would be within reach.

Yet when the Nine Heavens Goddess turned her hand over, what she took out was not some Immortal Fruit or divine medicine, but a mass of black matter.

Countless tiny particles drifted and rolled within it, like grains of sand.

"This can take you to a good place. Go there," the Nine Heavens Goddess said, handing the black sand to Song Changming.

"A good place?" Song Changming was somewhat puzzled, then asked, "Could it be some immortal cultivation trial ground?"

He had heard that a Golden Immortal could recreate heaven and earth with a wave of the hand, forming small worlds.

Thus, they also created some trial grounds for their immortal disciples and descendants to temper themselves and improve their cultivation.

"It would not be wrong to call it a trial, but that world was not created by me. Still, it is connected to your destiny," the Nine Heavens Goddess said slowly.

"Please speak plainly, Master." Too lazy to guess what the Goddess meant, Song Changming asked directly.

The Nine Heavens Goddess remained expressionless.

This boy was becoming increasingly lazy before her. He did not even want