Feeling the unprecedented primordial aura, breathing in the incomparably dense Immortal Spirit Qi, and scrutinizing the crack-in-the-sky like a wound in the firmament, Xie Tian finally developed a true sense that he had arrived in the Second Division God Realm.
He had never walked such a long road before—walking for several decades; though he did not have the great joy of a pilgrim finally beholding the Tathagata, he still felt a nameless ease.
At the very least, I'm here.
That was Xie Tian's sense of ease.
Because only by coming to the Second Division God Realm could he do what he wanted to do, and then meet the people he wanted to meet.
His adjustment to the Second Division God Realm was already nearing its end.
Such a rapid adaptation speed depended entirely on his freakish ability to adapt to environments, and had nothing to do with his talent or comprehension.
Huang Er had already gone numb to this, just like the feeling he had when Xie Tian hugged him.
