There was no sun or moon in cultivation.
In the blink of an eye, seven days had passed.
Among the younger generation, Zhan Cangkong's combat ability was indeed considered exceptionally strong.
Even if he could not be called the number one of his generation, he was undoubtedly among the top three.
But he was still only a young man.
If he had continued slaughtering as he had at the start, cutting down those Ghost Corpse Slaves in the Land of Shining Stars who could not rest in peace, it truly would not have taken much time.
At the fastest, three or four days would have been enough.
But he was still too young.
After only one day of that sort of battle and slaughter, he had already begun to feel exhausted.
He spent the final day fighting in an almost numb state.
On a battlefield, how could there ever be only one person fighting?
Yet now, it felt as though he alone had massacred an entire low-level plane, and countless doubts had long arisen in his heart.
When he finally arrived before Qin Shaofeng, his Dual Pupils were nearly vacant.
"How was it? That feeling wasn't too bad, was it?"
Qin Shaofeng saw the doubts in his eyes—not only doubts about the slaughter he had committed, but even doubts about himself—and smiled faintly.
"I... I... I actually... slaughtered an entire plane?" Zhan Cangkong asked hesitantly.
"Slaughtered an entire plane? You? Hahaha..."
Qin Shaofeng burst into loud laughter. "Kid, you think far too highly of yourself. This is merely the most insignificant of the Ghost Corpse Slaves' countless strongholds across countless planes, yet it has already shaken your Dao Heart. If this is all you can do, then go back!"
"Go back to your greenhouse and be your good little boy."