Half a day later, Zhou Dao finally sealed away the bizarre experience within his Divine Soul.
For cultivators, thousands of thoughts were like deadly Big Pills, demons of the heart especially at his realm. There were few things that could affect his mindset, yet the brief experience just now was enough to disturb Zhou Dao's spirit and create flaws.
Therefore, Zhou Dao chose to seal and refine it, Taishang Forgetting Emotions, without leaving any trace.
Hum...
In an instant, ripples emanated from Zhou Dao's body and merged with heaven and earth.
Wang Ling seemed to feel something. After half a day's work, he felt that Zhou Dao had transformed, becoming very different from the Zhou Dao who had entered the Sword Burial Valley.
"Master..."
"How have you refined the Great Evil Sword?" Zhou Dao suddenly asked.
"It's quite obedient," replied Wang Ling as he drew out the monument-like great sword.
Hum...