Forget it.
He shook his head and stopped thinking too much. He would deal with it after these seventeen Heavenly Dao Divinity Transformation Cultivation Pills were used up. Right now, he still had a tenfold increase in his training speed and shouldn't waste too much time.
He immediately tossed a Divinity Transformation Cultivation Pill into his mouth and sat cross-legged on the ground, starting his painful meditation.
...
Vast Continent.
Inside a certain palace, a young man was sitting at a dining table, staring seriously at the food on the table and closing his eyes to pray softly.
The vast palace housed a long, black and red table in the middle, stretching several yards.
In front of the young man.
There was a small circular hole on the table.
At that moment, a member of the Evil Clan, his face reflecting fear and despair, was fixed under the table, with a third of his head protruding through the small hole on the table.
He was continuously wailing and begging for mercy.
