This method of training practically had no end. Once tenfold had been cleared, twentyfold, fiftyfold, and hundredfold training rooms could be built.
If someone could endure a hundredfold, then three-hundredfold and five-hundredfold training rooms could be constructed!
Though he did not know whether there was an upper limit to power in this world, once one reached a certain level, further growth would inevitably become difficult. Perhaps before even reaching the limits of the training room, the cultivator's own strength would have already hit a bottleneck and could no longer improve.
Even the current environment, which could only create tenfold gravity at most, was not so easy to clear.
One only had to look at the young Byakuya Kuchiki. Sweat covered his entire body, the Zanpakuto in his hand hanging limply at his side while his other hand braced against his knee as he gasped for breath. And this was only a sevenfold Gravity Environment.
"You're too impatient."
Yinsen stood with one hand on his hip, casually holding his Zanpakuto in his right hand. His Shinigami Attire was not the least bit disheveled, sitting neatly upon him in stark contrast to Byakuya across from him.
Looking at himself, then at Yinsen, Byakuya Kuchiki curled his lips unhappily.
He had thought that after mastering Shikai, he would at least be able to cause his teacher some trouble. Instead, his teacher had still dealt with him effortlessly.
The longer Byakuya Kuchiki trained under Yinsen, the more he felt just how powerful his teacher was.
At first, he thought it was simply because he was too weak. Later, though, he gradually developed a strange feeling. His father's strength seemed rather unimpressive—not because Byakuya had become stronger than his father, but because compared with Yinsen's unfathomable power, which gave him no sense of how strong