Chapter Eight Hundred Thirty-Four: Hatred for the Old Demon

quires persistent accumulation over time.Just as he was about to get out of bed, he happened to see that the lower bunk across from him, Shion, who had somehow started meditating at some point, opened..."What I hate most is this world" 。My name is Hate, remember it, Hate the old demona bottleneck in my cultivation anyway." 。It's simply impossible to break through. The moment I attempt to do so, it would be like crossing the line between life and death, with no more than a one per...