He did not expect that an honest person like Yu Ding would understand.
Standing at the door of the rear hall of the Sea God Temple in Anshui City, Li Changshou's old immortal paper effigy took a deep breath as he watched the immortals leave on a cloud.
The fragrance of immortal wine mixed with the clamor of the mortal world made Li Changshou feel like it was a lifetime ago.
At that moment, when he looked forward and saw the various things that had happened since he started cultivating, he felt that…
It was not stable enough.
How many times had he almost been erased by the Heavenly Dao? How many times had he almost become the ashes of the tribulation!?!
It was best not to think too much about flashy things like the Cosmic Box. The most urgent thing now was to develop a little thing that could determine his condition.