Netherworld King Star, above the valley.
Su Han took a deep breath, pulling back the thoughts that once flooded his mind.
The heavenly tribulation descends once again.
But no matter how much I worry, I am ultimately not the Ancient Demon Dragon Emperor of yore.
Now, he is merely a Sixth Grade Spirit Body Realm cultivator, just the Nine Shadows Young Master.
Thinking too much is futile; if the sky truly falls, those super strong ones will naturally hold it up.
"Hoo..."
Su Han's gaze fell into the valley.
As the snowflakes increased, as the temperature dropped further, the Six Snow Ganoderma seemed irrigated, its branches swaying.
"Haha, I suddenly find these Six Snow Ganoderma kind of cute!"
"With their wobbly appearance, I can't bear to pick them..."
"No matter what, they're merely medicinal ingredients, refining them into pills is their ultimate end."
