"I'm ignoring Miao Zi's meowing," Yi Chen took out the Metal Book "Thirteen Limits of Heavenly Destruction" given by the Master of Soldiers before he left, and began to study it carefully.
On the red land under the wide heavens, a figure cloaked in a cloak seemed as small as a candle flame, winding along the surface of the earth.
This was not Yi Chen deliberately taking a circuitous route, but rather, through the divinity of the black cloak gifted by the Master of Soldiers, this was the most direct way to travel.
"Without great destruction, how can there be great order!"
"The Human Emperor's eye for selecting cultivation seeds is truly unparalleled, just from these ten words in the general outline of 'Thirteen Limits of Heavenly Destruction', one can see the spirit of the Master of Soldiers, whose talent, even if slightly inferior to the Taoist Ancestral, Heavenly Buddha, and Demon Lord, is certainly not far off."
