Only after Luo Zheng had left did the old man come back to his senses. He gazed at the sky, his eyes filled with awe.
"Old Hu, how did that person just do it?"
"He cultivated a Divine Dao in a dozen or so breaths! Even a Saint couldn't do that!"
"Wasn't it said that a Defective Divine Dao could never reach perfection...?"
Old Hu shook his head. "I don't know how he did it, but one thing can now be confirmed: a Defective Divine Dao can indeed be cultivated to perfection! Our talent is inferior to others', so we can only work even harder!"
The upheavals the entire God's Domain had endured over the past few decades were probably greater than those of the past several hundred Divine Eras combined. Yet most Divine Citizens and True Gods did not care about such things. Most people were still pursuing their own paths.
High in the sky, Luo Xiao once again took Luo Zheng away with a Great Shift.
They headed east all the way, and the Fusang Divine Wood grew closer and closer.
As the tallest divine tree in God's Domain, the Fusang Divine Wood's vague silhouette could be recognized even from several great regions away.
After Dongfang Chun Jun fell, the Eastern Family wisely withdrew from the Noble Clan Floating Islands. Moreover, the Eastern Family was worried that Han Qingdi's fury had not subsided and that he might one day kill his way to the Fusang Divine Wood, so the Eastern Family had taken many precautions.
For example, it had dispersed the elite younger members of the lineage and even changed their names and surnames. During this period, the Eastern Family had kept an extremely low profile.
Three days later...
Just before they reached the Fusang Divine Wood, Luo