A year passed, and Wang Mu truly understood the meaning of the saying: 'cultivation knows no passage of years.'
It flashed by in the blink of an eye.
His daily cultivation and meditation seemed to pass even more quickly than playing video games in his past life.
If he were refining a batch of elixirs, time would seem to pass even faster.
Wang Mu sat atop a roof on Heavenly Sword Peak, absorbing and refining the dawn's Spiritual Energy. He hadn't gone anywhere these past few months.
The Sword Sect's history spans a thousand years, yet almost no one has cultivated the Energy Introduction Skill to the Eighteen Layers Realm...
Oh, wait, that's not right. There was one; Yan Qingwu, it seems.
Normal disciples can only cultivate up to the ninth layer. After that, they cannot continue and must choose to break through to the Foundation Establishment Realm.
Hmm... I feel like I can still continue cultivating?
He opened his eyes, feeling the pure Spiritual Power within his body.
