One vexing matter after another passed through your mind, until you began to entertain the idea of entering the Cosmic Domain to seek out the still-lingering Funeral Spirit Demonic Thought. Of course, a thought was only a thought. After comprehending the Life Law to the eighth grade, you appeared to possess the strength to contend with these beings, and you were indeed eager to find a soft persimmon to test your hand against. But reason told you that breaking through to the Star Sea realm first would be far more prudent.
After pondering for a moment, you suppressed the rising battle intent and instead went to the site where the Coiled Dragon Pillar had been arranged. Seeing the Eight-Winged Strange Dragon still sunk in slumber, you could not help but complain once more that Yan Linghua was gathering materials far too slowly. You had wanted to urge her on, but remembering that she had only recently lost her husband, you refrained.
If you wanted to spar freely with that fellow without affecting Qingming Hetong Heaven, it seemed you would have to wait a while longer... But before that, you could first have an appetizer. With your current strength, it was also time to make a move against Supreme Changrong Heaven. As for whether you would damage it too severely, you were not nearly as heartbroken over that.
In the 18,679,673rd year, at a border region of the Western Region in Supreme Changrong Heaven, deep beneath the dark earth veins, stood a colossal structure five or six times larger than the grand altar from your second entry into Supreme Changrong Heaven. Liu Xinxian had spent more than eight million years building it, nearly exhausting everything he possessed...
Had you possessed such a colossal object as a teleportation foundation during your second