The white-glossed energy poured out like a stream. This snow-white energy was so bright and dazzling, absorbed by the Ru Yu flying sword, slowly absorbed into the sword, then transformed into a form of divine power, replenishing the immense loss of divine power Zhou Yan had previously suffered.
Such replenishment was really no more than a drop in the bucket, but Zhou Yan did not force it, nor did he care about the quantity.
Killing, he didn't care.
Being targeted, he actually didn't care either.
All of this was merely a product of the heart's carefree unconstrainedness, born from ideas when the spirit isn't shackled, that once birthed, Zhou Yan doesn't suppress his heart, and carries out freely.
Everything, he didn't hold important, just as Lee Ran said in the past world, nothing is that important.
Indeed, for Zhou Yan now, nothing is really that important.
