Others are still struggling, but I am just slacking off.

Qian Yushui came out of the space and continued to walk inside.

As your cultivation level improves, your body's ability to withstand stress increases and your pace of progress becomes faster.

The time required to travel a distance of one hundred meters is shortened by half.

When he couldn't bear it anymore, he returned to the exquisite space to practice.

It is less than two hundred meters away from the center, but the divine sense can only detect twenty meters inside.

The thunder domain is indeed unfathomable.

I have no plans to leave for the time being, so I left a letter in the system space and continued on my way.

Xiao 8 took out the letter from the system space. This was an agreement between her and A Shui, to report safety every once in a while, as they were worried that the fairy jade would become less useful as they got deeper into the system.

So they came up with this idea to let each other know they were safe.

"The current location is 2,800 meters away from the central area. It's safe."

After reading it, Xiao 8 handed the note to Qian Yuting.

[A Shui is really amazing. In five years, she has already reached 2,800 meters, while we are still struggling at 300 meters.]

[Brother, why don't you just ignore me and continue walking inside with the eldest brother. This place is more advantageous for you. Don't waste time on those positions.]

Over the past five years, Meng Changlin has obtained an average of two artifacts per month, and he would send people every time to prevent sneak attacks.

At first, the group was rotated once, but later it was found that the time was too short and not conducive to practice, so the time was changed to rotate one group every March.

With the appearance of other demigods, the number increases to ten groups, which means it will take two and a half years before it is their turn to continue guarding.

After this period of guarding, Meng Changlin decided to practice for a while.

No more divine weapons will be refined for at least twenty years.

As long as they get through this time, they will have at least twenty years of free practice time.

"Okay, it's up to you."

Qian Yuting didn't have to accompany Xiao 8. The higher his cultivation level was, the more protection he could provide to Xiao 8 and the child.

Cultivation never requires anyone to deliberately slow down their pace to grow with others.

[Yeah, I don’t want to hold you back. The stronger you are, the better you can protect me and the child in the future.]

[Of course, I will also work hard to practice and try to catch up with you. Do you think people from Xingyang Temple will come to snatch the artifacts I have saved up tomorrow?]

Xiao 8 had a look of anticipation on his face, with a gleam in his eyes.

“Yes, Dean Meng has at least 150 divine artifacts in his hands, and anyone who sees them would be envious.

And what he said was to tell the people of Xingyang Temple that it was time to grab it, otherwise it would be given to the owner of the artifact."

Qian Yuting rubbed Xiao 8's head and pulled her into the space.

"Father, mother!"

"Dad, Mom, you're here!"

Xiao 8 looked at the seven little radish heads and smiled.

"Mom came to see you, you're not bad! Four of you are in the middle stage of foundation building, and the other babies are in the early stage of foundation building. They are all geniuses like your father."

Xiao 8 rubbed the heads of each child one by one, ruffling each child's hair.

"Mom! Stop it! My head can be cut off and blood can be shed, but my hair can't be messed up!"

Sibao spoke out immediately and reached out to grab the hands above his head that were making a fuss, but his hands missed.

Just as Sanbao was about to look at her with sympathy, he felt the weight on his head, lowered his head and sighed helplessly: "Mom, is this really fun?"

Xiao 8 looked at the various expressions of the children with a smile, and said with a sly smile: "It's okay, you should just honestly send your heads to me one by one and let me destroy them."

"Mom, why don't you just rub my hair and forget about my brother and sister's!"

The eldest brother put his head into Xiao 8's hands with a determined look on his face.