"Ten years have passed..."
Lu Chuan exhaled deeply and slowly opened his eyes, a hint of murderous intent flickering within them.
After over three thousand days and nights, Lu Chuan finally awaited this day. He had reached the Great Perfection of the Integration Realm, just a step away from breakthrough. If he completed the task given by the dry corpse, Lu Chuan would finally escape this sunless cursed place, move to the Small World, rescue his parents from the Han family, and recover the Tower Spirit from the land of the Nine Netherworlds!
The decade-long wait was about to conclude today.
With this thought, Lu Chuan stood up, shaped his fingers into a sword, cut off his beard, tied up his long hair, and dressed in a blue Taoist robe.
But upon seeing the dry corpse, the latter appeared weak and feeble.
Compared to ten years ago when Lu Chuan first encountered the dry corpse and felt sheer terror, he even thought that he might now have the chance to kill him!
