With such a treasure land, he was in no rush to leave.
He planned to first raise his cultivation to the peak of the Divinity Transformation Realm before considering leaving.
Additionally, he could take the opportunity to refine the Pure Yang Water he had obtained from his sect to solidify his Inner World.
Everyone was silent, each immersed in their cultivation.
Yang Ji quickly fell into a silent state too, methodically carrying out various cultivation practices.
The True Rigidity Divine Art operated on its own, continuously absorbing the essence of Dao energy for refinement to enhance his cultivation.
He multitasked with his mind, comprehending the Wuji Sword Technique while refining the Pure Yang Water and solidifying his Inner World.
Time passed in such a manner, bit by bit.
One year.
Two years.
Three years.
In the practice of cultivation, there are no years; open your eyes and the myriad things have withered away.
In this way, five hundred years passed by.
