You’re going to die from being long-winded, but you can’t do a single thing with a single skill. What was the point of the protagonist hastily jumping from the Eastern Kingdom to the Skylaurel Kingdom? He wasn’t in a hurry to train when he arrived in the Skylaurel Kingdom, nor was he in a hurry to collect resources. He couldn’t even pretend to be good at face-smacking. He dragged his feet and whinnied about, not showing any signs of killing at all. All sorts of haughtiness, all kinds of disdain. The entire group of youngsters! You were bullied by the Purple Sun Sect in the Eastern Kingdom, hurry up and gather resources for your training! The protagonist wouldn’t mind. He didn’t have much time to train in the Skylaurel Kingdom, and he didn’t have much of a goal. It felt like there was no clear line. The son of the Celestial Emperor who had lived for a million years in his past life, other than having more cultivation techniques and pill formulas, was no different from an ordinary youth in his second and middle years. He neither trained nor trained. All day long, no one thought of that and just kept on clamoring about that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that and that. Disgusting to death. Abandon
