"So be it!"
After a long while, a sigh was heard, and the words that followed were resolute, "A great vow has been made, even if it means retrieving grains from a fire, I must go all out!"
...
Elsewhere, atop Fulong Mountain, within Mingxiao Taoist Temple.
Xu Yang sat alone in the hall, taking stock of his gains.
Thirty years had passed, and his strength had greatly increased.
First, in terms of cultivation, he had already achieved Deity Transformation and there was a good chance he would reach Return to Void within a hundred years.
A mere mortal, Return to Void in a hundred years.
Even by his current standards, the speed of his progress was rather exaggerated.
The reasons for this were twofold, one in himself, an accumulation over several lifetimes, combined traits, leading to rapid progress in recultivation as if by divine assistance.
The other was because, as the Lord of Tribulation Clouds, he received the aid of the Heavenly Dao.
