As time flew by, a year had passed.
In a mountain range within the Black Heaven Sect's territory.
The Daoists were training diligently.
They were now fighting Chu Kuangren, or more precisely, they were fighting Chu Kuangren's sword qi clone.
It was the same method as the previous brutal training regime.
The Daoists had suffered through the familiar routine for a year now.
Although it was gruesome, they had seen significant improvements in their abilities.
Each of the Daoists was now formidable warriors of their own, capable of defending themselves against a Sage Ruler opponent. With the help of some treasure, perhaps they could even defend themselves from a Boundary Emperor.
As for Chu Kuangren, his abilities had progressed substantially as well.
