C438 Four Hundred and Thirty-eight, My Master Told Me a Story.

As for his current physical strength, Chen Ming had also stopped comprehending the Dao of Time.

If he continued, he would be able to condense the Great Dao Chain.

It was something that only Golden Immortals could control. At the moment, comprehending it would be courting death.

Chen Ming pulled out the Nine-year Cicada once again and waved it around