One had to know that the Myriad Ancient Ring possessed an immensely powerful ability. In the blink of an eye, it could elevate the power contained within it to an entirely new height before erupting instantly. That force was terrifying beyond measure!
Yet each time one wished to wield such astonishing power, it had to undergo a long period of careful nourishment.
Without such strict limitations, this Myriad Ancient Ring would likely not have been merely a Low-grade Immortal Artifact.
But even as a Low-grade Immortal Artifact, so long as it was used properly, it could still unleash an unimaginable effect at critical moments.
At this moment, the surging power within Bai Ze rolled and churned endlessly like tidal waves. As though drawn by some mysterious force of attraction, it all gathered toward the Myriad Ancient Ring, tightly encircling it.
Thus, the Myriad Ancient Ring remained immersed in the nourishment of Bai Ze's immense power at every moment, continuously absorbing and fusing with that energy.
Immediately afterward, Bai Ze did not hesitate to circulate the Eternal Time-Space Sword Immortal Art he cultivated, throwing himself wholeheartedly into another tense and arduous round of cultivation.
Time flowed on, and in the blink of an eye, several thousand years had passed.
When Bai Ze slowly opened his long-closed eyes once more, surging power roiled madly within him like floodwaters bursting through a broken dam.
Clearly, after this long period of secluded bitter cultivation, supplemented by an astonishing number of immortal stones, his cultivation had undergone another qualitative leap and risen tremendously.
Without the slightest exaggeration, his cultivation had now reached the peak of the third layer of the True Immortal Realm, only one step away from breaking through to the fourth layer.
Perhaps with only a little more effort, he would be able