It was slightly delayed because I wrote an extra fifteen hundred words.
Wang Xuan directly recited the true scripture, stretching his body to her rhythm. Seeing no strange reactions from the others, he confirmed that the scripture was correct.
In fact, to praise the enthusiastic Junior Sister, he had even deliberately made her perform two more segments of battle dance, claiming he feared he might remember it wrong and asking her to teach him carefully. In truth, there was no other reason. Wang Xuan simply enjoyed watching her contradictory demeanor—her heart an icy world of snow and frost, her exterior radiant with spring, soft and dazzling.
He felt that he truly had the potential to become a Great Demon. He just wanted to watch her act.
The other six knew nothing of the inside story. Only Zhuo Yue deeply sympathized with her best friend.
Ling Han merely hoped that this Deity Scripture could stump Wang Qingzhou and make him miss this expedition. She did not particularly want to travel with him. Although he had yet to display such danger, he always made her force a smile, and she was getting a little fed up with it.
Yet in merely a few days, Wang Xuan had achieved extraordinary results. All-Domain Six-time Limit Breaking was no joke. He gave it his all, standing in the mist to comprehend the Dao and realize the law, experiencing the mysteries of the Ancient Scripture of Gods, as if he had dreamed his way back to the Age of Gods.
In his eyes were the figures of deities from that grand era, performing all manner of mysterious battle dances. Those were actually incomparably powerful body-tempering methods.
This was a supreme secret art that an ancient god had brought to the Other Shore during the Age of