Inside the True Martial Talisman.
A flash of light revealed the figure of Fang Xing.
He glanced around and sighed.
Rumble!
Stone pillars rose up, parting the gray airflow to create a space of about a hundred square meters and ten meters high.
Stone steps appeared tier by tier, with a seat at the topmost position.
Fang Xing sat on the seat and murmured, "Next... I don't know how many years I'll stay here..."
"But my state is far better than the subconscious Panwu state of a dead ghost by countless times... The longer I stay, the more I can comprehend the True Martial Dao."
He silently explored the limits of his own abilities.
"Inside the True Martial Talisman, this expanse of Cave Mansion is my limit. Here I am like a Creator God... um, a Creator God of a mere hundred square meters?"
He stretched his hand forward, and a jade cup appeared, filled with golden wine.
