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Great Zhou, Yongzhou, Shang Commandery, Little Merchant Mountain—snow drifted for a hundred miles, sealing the mountains in ice.

Within an ice cave atop Snowfall Peak, Xiang Yang's complexion was ruddy. He sat cross-legged with his hands resting on his thighs. With every breath, currents of heat circulated through him, driving away the chill around his body. Faintly, he seemed like a roaring furnace, blazing fiercely.

Suddenly, Xiang Yang opened his eyes. A foot-long Divine Radiance shot from them, crystalline and dazzling. The power of his primordial spirit surged forth like an endless tide; compared to when he had first attained it five days ago, it could not be spoken of in the same breath. His realm had completely stabilized, and he had entered the minor accomplishment stage.

Slowly, Xiang Yang exhaled a breath of turbid air. His chest rose and fell, and his eyes were somewhat misty, as though he had yet to adjust to this world.

Too much had happened during those five years in the Heavenly Illusion Secret Realm. It was nearly all vivid before his eyes, impossible to forget. This had also been the deepest impression and longest experience of his life.

After enduring hardship and setbacks, he had finally created the Xiantian method of the Wedding Dress Divine Skill. His martial arts had advanced by leaps and bounds in a short time, nearly a thousand miles in a single day.

Honoring his three-battle agreement with Liang Dongzhu and Fu Xiu, he had slain Duan Canghai with peerless martial arts. Then he had become enemies with Gongsun Xiaodie and suffered wave after wave of retaliation from that woman, until he had no choice but to crush the flower with a ruthless hand.

For the first two years, he had lived in Jinyang City, constantly maneuvering between Seven