Time flowed slowly, and in the blink of an eye, four million years had passed.
Inside the Cultivation Space of Milton Cheney in the Myriad Towns Court.
A dense black mist was swirling around him at this moment.
This black mist was spreading toward other places in the space and, as the passage of time accelerated, the speed of the mist's spread also increased.
However, no matter how fast it spread, it was impossible for it to envelop the entire Cultivation Space.
After all, the Cultivation Space was simply too vast, and although the mist was spreading rapidly, it was not to an exaggerated extent.
"If it continues at this pace, perhaps within nine million years, I could become a cultivator of the Seventh Ling Realm in this world."
Milton Cheney paid no heed to the black mist swirling around him, muttering to himself at this moment.
Indeed, he had reached the limit of the Sixth Ling Cultivator, and the Seventh Ling Realm seemed within reach.
