At the bottom of the galaxy.
Yu Qian continued to harness the power of the five-colored divine stone to repair the galaxy's chasm.
Strands of dao force surrounded him, radiating infinite brilliance that made him look like a celestial being.
"I thought repairing the galaxy would be more difficult than restoring the sixth heaven's star dome, but it's surprisingly easy!"
Yu Qian murmured to himself, his complexion rosy, as if he were engaged in ordinary cultivation instead of undertaking a task that has stumped countless celestial powers.
If outsiders heard his words, they'd probably be so furious they might vomit blood.
Repairing the sky?
Easy?
Can these two words be associated together?
Did you not see that Emperor Tian tirelessly rushed to the extreme north to battle the Old Ancestor of the Sky Turtle and hasn't yet prepared the materials for sky repair.
Time slipped away slowly.
An hour!
Four hours!
Ten hours!
Three days...
Soon, ten days had passed.
