Chapter 1666 – Late Divine Lord

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Spring passed to fall and then back again. Within this Forsaken Mortal Tomb, Lin Ming constantly cultivated. In the blink of an eye, five years had gone by.

Lin Ming’s hair continued to grow and whenever it was too long Xiao Moxian would cut it for him. For these five years, Xiao Moxian hadn’t cut her hair at all. Because her hair wasn’t short to begin with, the current Xiao Moxian’s hair looked like a black waterfall that fell to her ankles, blooming like a rose.

Lin Ming sat in meditation, faint traces of the Asura Heavenly Dao Laws continuously spinning around his body like countless threads of black silk.

Moreover, these black silk threads were twined together with the strange runes from the ancient bronze coffin. Through analyzing these, one could comprehend the true meaning of those mysterious runes.

Another three years...