In the boundless radiance that enveloped the Sun Abyss,
Jiang Ding sat cross-legged under a tree.
With every breath, spiritual energy and Great Sun Essence from within a radius of twelve hundred kilometers surged towards him, pouring into his body and dispersing into his meridians and Elixir Field.
After layers of purification and transformation, it turned into minute droplets of mana, forging a Dao Foundation so profound that ordinary Nascent Soul Monks could hardly fathom, thus he had forsaken rapid advancements in his cultivation base.
If a Taoist disciple were to pursue cultivation speed with all his might, it would be tremendously terrifying.
In the blink of an eye, or the time of one seclusion, he could have progressed from your equal to a senior, and not just any senior, but a powerful one with a solid foundation.
However, no Taoist disciple would do so.
