Children never know when they're full. When there's something delicious, they just keep stuffing it into their mouths. Little Sword was such a child. It swallowed all the treasures Fang Chen had given it in one go. Now, it sat at the side, suffering from indigestion, struggling to digest.0

Fang Chen could not help but chuckle. He had already anticipated this would happen.0

This time, he planned to stay in the Realm of Three Thousand Dao for 600 years, more than enough time for Little Sword to finish digesting.0

In the first few years, Fang Chen did not immediately start his own cultivation. Instead, he carefully observed the progress of his nine avatars.1

It seemed that, aside from Fang Tianzun and Fang Xuanyang, the others cultivated in a fairly normal manner, not much different from ordinary cultivators.0

Of the two exceptions, one was refining...0