In the room, Zhang Tie sat cross-legged and began adjusting his condition. Now that he had taken the Immortal Suppressing Stele, the outside world would gradually return to normal, while he would break through to the Integration stage here.
At the same time, he needed to convert all the resources he had gathered into strength—especially after learning the secrets of the Heavenly Dao. He had to raise his cultivation as quickly as possible and make thorough preparations for reforging his body and secretly crossing into the Spirit Realm in the future.
Just as Zhang Tie entered seclusion to break through his realm, the outside world began changing at an astonishing pace.
Within Human Emperor City, many high-level cultivators keenly sensed the changes in their surroundings. Spiritual energy grew richer by the day, previously sluggish spells gradually flowed freely, and even mortals found their bodies light as swallows, able to leap several zhang high with the slightest jump. As time passed, more and more people sensed the spiritual energy circulating between heaven and earth. The era of cultivating immortality through qi quietly descended once more.
Flowers bloomed and withered, clouds gathered and dispersed, and a hundred years slipped by in the blink of an eye.
In Dragon Subduing Mountain, a streak of black light shot into the sky and transformed into Zhang Tie, who hovered in midair. Outwardly, he had changed little from a hundred years ago, but a closer look revealed fine black lightning constantly flickering deep within his pupils. At times, the lightning curled like wisps of silk; at others, it burst like sparks. It cycled endlessly, inexhaustible and unceasing. Yet his aura had instead grown ever more restrained, as though he had returned to simplicity, no different from an ordinary mortal.
Over the past hundred years, Zhang Tie