Duomu, carrying a Mythical Level weapon, descended the mountain full of ambition.
Lu Yuan was somewhat worried about the young man, fearing he might face unforeseen dangers.
But at this moment, Lu Yuan's skills had vanished, and after eating, he could only relieve himself, leaving him helpless.
In his muddled mind, Lu Yuan still had a good companion, the Undying Giant Turtle, keeping him company, so he wasn't lonely.
But occasionally, Lu Yuan's mind would clear, allowing him to contemplate things from a broader perspective.
"Even with Mythical Level weapons, Duomu might not have a great solution..."
"The effects of the blood sacrifice are terrifying, and humanity cannot withstand such a test."
"This is an overwhelming situation; even the Mo Sect cannot change it in the slightest."
...
Half a year passed once again.
Just as Lu Yuan had expected, Duomu returned to the room, stumbling with a heavy heart, and gulped down a cup of cloudy wine.
