Watching Yuan Jing's retreating figure, Wenlong glanced at the other divine sword in his hand. He gave this sword a domineering name as well: the Heavenbreaker Divine Sword.
As for the one he had given Yuan Jing, he chose a gentler name: the Water-Pattern Divine Sword.
Wenlong could not help marveling that Yuan Jing really was a grown woman now. Time flew so quickly. In the blink of an eye, more than ten years had passed since he came to the Immortal World.
Living conditions here were not as wonderful as he had imagined. Still, the Immortal World was so vast that it could be described as boundless.
Even a mighty cultivator might not be able to visit every corner of the Divine World. That alone showed how immense it was.
Perhaps there were secluded paradises here, too. He wanted to build a paradise of his own. It all depended on whether the other powers would let him have his way.
Once the city was built, he would have to install more formations with strong defensive capabilities.
After settling the affairs of New Dragon City, he bid everyone farewell the next day. He piloted the Flying Saucer swiftly westward, back the way he had come.
Aboard the Flying Saucer, Wenlong looked down at the familiar places he had once traveled through.
Scenes from the past kept flashing through his mind. He was usually so busy that he had no time to think about them.
Apart from cultivating, he was always busy making money and dealing with all sorts of dangers. He felt that every world was the same: if he did not fight to get ahead, others would surely trample him underfoot.
For his own sake and his family's, he had to face difficulties head-on. Only then could he fight