Walked for a long time.
Unknown how much.
Senses were blurred by this world, Spiritual Sense continuously battling against it.
Jiang Wang knew that Zhang Linchuan was using the power of this world to exhaust him while giving himself time to recover.
Yet he kept walking forward without stopping, as if accelerating toward his own death on the long journey of life.
Fearless of anything else, only advancing.
Because while being consumed by this world... he was also consuming this world.
What kind of world is this?
The sky is hazy, the earth is hazy, mist everywhere.
Can't even see one's own hand.
Yet at some moment, Jiang Wang clearly saw Zhang Linchuan.
It was within the realm of faith, seeing the God of Faith.
Only when he saw Zhang Linchuan did he see the mountains and rivers here, did this world come into being.
The Zhang Linchuan here had fully recovered from his injuries. His gaze indifferent yet compassionate, his aura soaring to the heavens, compelling everything.
