Yang Cultivator

For a year, he had comprehended the complete Profound Light Mirror day and night, but he did not use it recklessly, and there had been no real breakthrough.

When he tried to use the Sun True Scripture to break through his realm, the true essence in his body was clearly abundant to the extreme, yet he was always missing that final hair's breadth of opportunity before the threshold.

His cultivation level still remained at the early Deity Transformation stage, without advancing by even half a step.

Li Chengjie slowly opened his eyes, the divine light in them withdrawn. It seemed his comprehension and talent for cultivation were not heaven-defying.

He rose and removed the restrictions, then slowly walked out of the secret chamber.

When Gao Chen and the other two saw him exit seclusion, they hurried forward to pay their respects.

Li Chengjie gently shook his head, his tone calm. "After one year of seclusion, my realm has not improved, but the foundation of my realm has stabilized quite a bit."

Yan Xingci bowed with his sword clasped in his arms. "Senior Brother can firmly guard his Dao Heart and not rush for success. In the future, you will surely be able to go farther."

Outside the Primordial Beginning Hall, above the Black Cloud Mountain Range.

Several Deity Transformation cultivators sat cross-legged atop the clouds, eyes closed as they regulated their breath.

The white-haired old man of Shouxian Pavilion, the green-robed middle-aged man of Tai Xu Sect, the grey-robed old man of Heavenly Secrets Pavilion, the blue-robed old woman of Azure Palace, and the others, eleven in all, each occupied one side, their auras deep as abysses.

They had kept watch here for eight years.

Over those eight years, the sixth-order formation of the Primordial Beginning Hall had flickered