That night, Cuba was so drunk that he felt dizzy. But early the next morning, he and the old village chief began to copy bamboo slips.
The number of words recorded on the bamboo slips were copied onto the books. The two people with profound cultivation did not stop for a moment, busy with their work.
Ye Sheng simply took out hundreds of thousands of copies for them to copy. He himself, together with the Void Demon King, stood at the edge of the cliff, looking at the white snow.
The clear sky shone on the sparkling white snow, refracting the beautiful light.
The mountains were covered in white snow, a vast expanse of whiteness. Startled birds flew past, bringing with them a gust of cold wind.
"Do you think anyone in this world can see some fragments of the next tens of thousands of years?"Ye Sheng looked at the beautiful scenery and asked the void demon king.