The journey ahead was incredibly dull.
The deity was still locked in combat with the shard of burial earth that had tormented him for ten years.
Fully immersed in the life-and-death struggle with the burial earth's enchantment, and seeking progress within the struggle, Xie Tian could no longer sense danger.
Huang Er took over the lead position, proceeding with extreme caution.
Because he knew that perhaps if Xie Tian were to twist his ankle, it could break the fragile balance between the two forms of gray on him, overturning the scales of life and death.
Thus, the path he chose was extremely meticulous, to the point where even the small pebbles were kicked aside.
"Being a master is indeed difficult to serve..."
With a hint of fatigue, Huang Er muttered in his mind and glanced back at Xie Tian, amused by the thought.
"Citizens of the Sacred Village, each and every one could crush the prodigies of the Second Division Divine Realm..."
