"This guy...are you serious?" Jian Wushuang felt strange.
For a thousand years, he had been looking at the remnant soul of zenith heaven, like a diligent old cow that had been plowing the land. He had been controlling his body, trying every possible way to increase his strength.
Jian Wushuang's consciousness form was even more certain that it was the right decision to stay dormant. Without this guy, how long would it take for his strength to improve so quickly?
This remnant soul of zenith heaven was simply a gift from the heavens to help him increase his strength!
Of course, the premise of all this was that he was a perfect life form that was as rare as Phoenix Feathers and Qilin horns in the universe. It was also because the Tarot sword spirit did not have a complete understanding of perfect life forms.