It didn’t matter what kind of storm came, the sun would always rise the next day. That warm and peaceful light seemed to be the greatest medicine for everyone.

Sunlight was called the blessing of the heavens. It was a selfless gift. As long as you wanted it, you could have it.

Long Chen lay on a barren hill. Ignoring the dust on the ground, he languidly soaked in the sun.

“Long Chen, you really are the same as on the Martial Heaven Continent. Fortunately, the immortal world is big enough, otherwise, there might not be enough for you to play with.” Zheng Wenlong sat down beside Long Chen, sighing emotionally.

He felt like the celebration of the seventh branch academy’s reconstruction had just happened yesterday. So when he saw the wreckage, he...