"Does he only have two horn spikes now?"
"Could it be that his insights into the Nine Marsh Gods are even greater than mine?"
Emperor Chixiao looked at Zhao Xing with great hope.
He began to sit next to Zhao Xing.
Zhao Xing stared at the Nine Marsh Gods Dao Map, while Emperor Chixiao stared at Zhao Xing.
The Heavenly Time Dao was like a dark river of unknown risks.
At this moment, Zhao Xing was feeling his way across the river on stones, and Emperor Chixiao was following Zhao Xing's lead.
Another eight years passed, in the thirty-fifth year since entering Chixiao Island, the remaining two horns of Zhao Xing also transformed into one large and one small.
Emperor Chixiao also reduced his horns to five roots, with aftereffects halved!
"No wonder he is Tian Ningzi, a pioneer who can pave the way for the Heavenly Time Sect!" Emperor Chixiao thought with endless emotion.
