Xiao Yun's study of eternal supreme arts was exceedingly time-consuming. Fortunately, having reached his level, he no longer cared about the passage of time, because time no longer held any meaning for him.
In fact, in the Eternal Nation, time had no meaning at all.
Even immortal powerhouses could endure forever so long as they were not killed.
It was worth mentioning that Heavenly Emperor, Hongjun, Zhao Wuji, and the others had now gained a firm foothold in Pan City. Not long ago, they had already formed teams with Pan City's cultivators and gone beyond the city to hunt True Beasts.
That was because True Beast meat could help them replenish their expended eternal power.
After all, they were not true eternal powerhouses. Although they could borrow the eternal power of eternal powerhouses, replenishing it became extremely difficult if they consumed too much. They had to absorb it little by little, which would greatly affect the speed at which they comprehended the Eternal Sword Dao.
Outside Pan City.
Two figures arrived side by side.
One of them had sword-like brows and starry eyes, a head of purple hair cascading over his shoulders, and an incomparably profound gaze. Divine light was restrained beneath his skin, and Dao rhythms seemed innate to him. He possessed an air of returning to simplicity.
Beside him stood a peerless fairy, dressed in flowing white robes, her black hair dancing in the wind. Her eyes were like water, like moonlight draped in gauze, like an immortal blossom unfurling its buds. Her entire body seemed hazy and indistinct, dreamlike and illusory, yet she gave off a sense of flawless perfection.
This man and woman standing together made a remarkably well-matched pair, as though even the heaven, earth, and void around them fit them perfectly.
"I never expected