Ye Sheng left Chu Zhongtian with two and a half layers of restrictions.
This was Ye Sheng's confidence.
Early in the morning, Ye Sheng walked towards the temple. He walked unhurriedly towards the statue-like mountain at the end of his line of sight. He was dressed in purple and held a long sword in his hand, casually dragging it on the ground.
On the unobstructed main road, the purple-clothed youth walked leisurely. His face was clear and wisps of Sword Qi appeared around his body. It wasn't very eye-catching, but as he walked down the road, the sword Qi became deeper and deeper.
Accumulation!
It was like a dam. After accumulating flood water and reaching the critical point, the dam would release the flood, like a landslide or tsunami.
When the Sun climbed up the horizon and slowly climbed to the highest point, a joyful sound rang in Ye Sheng's ears. He had arrived near the temple.