The sky of the Purgatory Sulfur Plane is forever dark red.
When Jeming stepped out of the space teleportation array, the smell of sulfur hit him in the face.
He paused, took a deep breath, and his expression suddenly relaxed.
Back again.
Since the related matters have been prepared, it's time to prepare for the seclusion breakthrough.
Though he said that, for the next three days, Jeming did not go into seclusion but instead cleared up the accumulated affairs of the past years one by one.
The operational data of the Black Giant incubation pool, the coverage blind spots of the nest information network, the training report of the Daoist soldiers' legion over the past months, the growth reports of incense fire Divine Dao followers in various regions...
He did not return to the office but sat on the stone platform next to the main altar of the incense fire Divine Dao, flipping through the reported documents one by one, using spiritual power to review them before setting them aside.
