The sky looks serious and thoughtful.

There were no such motivated talents in their time.

Such progressive talents would have been strangled to death at birth in their time.

"With this descendant..."

Thousands of words are spoken, but this sentence is the only one left in the sky.

Soon, Mr. Zhao finished his sweep and took out the Longyuan Sword. He danced in the underground palace. He was still multi-tasking. While dancing with the sword, he was exercising, tempering his soul, and studying martial arts. His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the sky.

How talented is this guy, and he's not afraid of going crazy?

Times have really changed.

Eight thousand years later, there really was a monster... who was on par with the Demon King at the same time.

This young man is definitely not a creature in the pool. Perhaps, he may even surpass the Demon Lord.

Two days passed quietly.

Zhao Yun was not idle for two days.

The good times are spent practicing martial arts.

The sky was much quieter, just like a dead corpse sitting there motionless. It wasn't that he didn't want to move, but it was very difficult to move. After all, there was only a trace of his soul left, and his body had long been lifeless.

Night falls.

Zhao Yun put away his sword and invited the handsome lady out.

Chu Lan slept peacefully, and the fake death elixir was long-lasting and could last for eight or nine days.

"Your wife?" Cang Qiong glanced at her.

"A very good senior." Zhao Yun chuckled.

"I'm just telling you! Such good Chinese cabbage."

"She is originally at the pinnacle of quasi-heaven, but there is an evil spirit hidden in her body."

"Due to evil spirits, all my cultivation has been lost!" Cang Qiong revealed the mystery with one word.

"Is it really caused by evil spirits?" Zhao Yun asked hurriedly.

"It's impossible for her to lose all her cultivation due to just one evil spirit." Cang Qiong looked at it and said leisurely, "There must be other reasons, such as skills, blood, and many other reasons."

"Senior, can there be a way to restore her cultivation?" Zhao Yun looked full of hope.

"When it's time to come back, you will come back." Cang Qiong's words are profound.

To be honest, he didn't know how to restore his cultivation.

However, he is an eight-thousand-year-old antique. It would be very shameful to say that he did not know.

While he was talking, a ray of bright moonlight shot into the underground palace.

The sky is full of spirit.

Zhao Yun also became energetic.

That ray of moonlight was very strange, shining on the altar impartially.

Afterwards, there was a strange fluctuation that ordinary people could not detect.

"You can smell it." Cang Qiong smiled.
Chapter completed!