Shen Han naturally cared nothing for what transpired in the outside world.
As time slowly drifted by, his shattered divine soul began to mend, iterate, and gradually mature. This growth was not a matter of a blade of grass maturing into a larger one; rather, it was as if a blade of grass had suddenly transformed into a mountain. This was a complete, qualitative change.
The ruined spiritual root was the same, as was the scorched Spirit Origin Sea.
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