All great paths under the heavens come to an end.
Could it be that if the Path of Life is cultivated to the ultimate, the Undying Spring will coalesce?
Xie Xuanyi pondered thoughtfully, silently committing this concept to his heart.
"Donor Xie, this poor monk does not have much time left."
As waves surged in the River of Destiny, the sigh of Fa Cheng echoed in the heart lake of Xie Xuanyi.
This Divine Skill has already been executed several times.
Bringing someone to witness the river's scenery requires a great deal of effort.
The fading remnants of Fa Cheng's monk robe were gradually lightening as he bowed to Xie Xuanyi, his tone humble yet pleading, "Today's battle is over, and all the questions raised by Donor Xie have been answered by this monk. Now, I have but one wish, that Donor Xie does not draw his sword again, to spare Chen Chong's life."
These words were actually quite ingenious.
