Time passed quickly. In the blink of an eye, three years had gone by.
On an enormous yet utterly unremarkable star somewhere in the God Realm, a spatial-temporal fluctuation suddenly descended.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Within a space where time flowed at an incredibly rapid rate, the figures of the Black Wind Squad and Zhou Zheng's group of four appeared in an instant.
Zhou Zheng turned and swept his gaze around. All three of his teammates were present.
At this moment, Feng Zhuhong's mage robe had been replaced by a gown that resembled a curtain of water, and an icy blue hairpin had appeared amid her long hair.
Mo Zitong was still dressed as before, wearing a red-and-white fitted outfit with her hair tied in a ponytail. With a spear on her back, she looked exceptionally capable.
Herk had changed the most. He now wore a set of dark red battle armor covered in countless engraved runes. One glance was enough to tell that its defense was extraordinary.
"Captain, did you change weapons?" Feng Zhuhong keenly noticed Zhou Zheng's difference as well. The longsword on his back had become two swords, and the hilts of both were clearly very different from before.
The previous hilts had been plain and unremarkable, but these ones were respectively engraved with sun and moon symbols, making them extremely conspicuous.
"Just did."
Zhou Zheng nodded slightly.
The longsword he had used before was one he had acquired back when he was still in the mortal world. Now that he had comprehended Second-grade True Meaning, that sword was indeed no longer suitable for him.
Not only could that sword no longer enhance Zhou Zheng's strength, it would instead hold him back.
Under such circumstances, even though he was rather reluctant to part with it, Zhou Zheng