The continuous outbreak of war grew more and more intense.
Under the pressure of life and death, the eleventh realm of Martial Dao was finally perfected.
Initially.
The false eleventh realm was nine parts false, one part true.
Mostly constructed of lies, the illusory realm was precarious and severely rejected by the external cosmos.
But now it is nine parts true, one part false.
It could be said that aside from the water pressure... everyone's Martial Dao cultivation had only minor flaws!
The current eleventh realm seemed just a step away from perfection, with only the water pressure problem remaining to be solved!
In reality, it was a world of difference...
On a private luxury cruiser, with the salty sea wind of overtime blowing, Liu Jun held a fishing rod, angling in the Ocean of Chaos below.
Splosh—
With a gentle tug of the hook, a small fish was pulled from the water.
Fortuna, also fishing nearby, exclaimed with delight:
