A hundred-year-old ancient tree.
Su Yu slowly closed his eyes. The primal power on his body was like a layer of clouds that continuously swallowed and churned.
A strong and weak aura circulated around his body.
After a month, the Bodhi Pill’s medicinal power had finally pushed Su Yu’s cultivation to the limit. He was just a step away from breaking through and becoming the five crowns emperor.
At the same time, the one-month life and death battle had perfected the ultimate sword technique.
With a little more time, he would be able to reach perfection.
However, time did not wait for him. He might not have the time to perfect his cultivation and sword technique at the same time.
Staring into the distance, Su Yu’s eyes were deep and distant.
“What should come will come eventually.”
He stood where he was. His long silver-white hair slowly turned purple.
If one didn’t look carefully, they wouldn’t be able to distinguish him from the purple-haired Su Yu.
