Such an interesting person, Chen Yuan did not want him to die.
A few days later, in the early evening, the sky gradually darkened.
Inside the room, Chen Yuan sat cross-legged, practicing his breathing exercises, with the Emperor Slaughter Saber placed beside him, and it breathed in and out on its own.
Divine weapons possess spirit, though not fully intelligent, they can still be considered an anomaly and not merely inanimate objects, capable of slowly absorbing Heaven and Earth Primordial Energy.
Especially since Chen Yuan had laid out a Gathering Essence Array in the room, which made it emit joyful emotions.
Chen Yuan was still immersed in the joy of cultivation. After a recent clash with the Emperor Slaughter Saber, he discovered a secret; his cultivation had grown!
That fierce and violent conception could refine his spirit.
"Knock, knock..."
A faint knocking sound came from outside the door, breaking the silence around.
