บท 1221: How Weak

Five days later, they arrived at a wide-ranging cosmic realm. This realm had countless star clouds and astral bodies.

A wormhole appeared, and a brick-shaped ship came out.

Lu Ze and his girls were cultivating on their beds. 

Lu Ze rubbed his forehead. The Undying Battle Intent was worth being called a cosmic lord divine art. It was much more difficult than he imagined.

Even though his War God Art was nearing the domain level, he still took nearly two months to attain beginner mastery. Still, he didn't make any progress for a few days. It seemed as though his battle intent had to be stronger while his cultivation level should be higher before he could reach familiar mastery.

Lu Ze shook his head and didn't dwell on it anymore. The girls were still cultivating, so he went out.

During this time, Ying Ying was watching cartoons. She turned her head for a bit and looked at Lu Ze. In the next second, she returned her focus to the show.