Time flew like a white colt slipping past a crack, and five thousand years vanished in the blink of an eye.
Zhou Hao had remained immersed in cultivation all these years, only going out with Murong when they established Ling Tian Group.
During the process of building their faction, he had also accompanied Murong and the others on outings, balancing work and leisure without neglecting either.
Zhou Hao had now reached the God Emperor Twelfth Layer. It had taken him more than fifteen thousand years, nearly sixteen thousand.
The advancement through this major realm had taken almost half the time Zhou Hao had spent here.
More than thirty-four thousand years had passed since Zhou Hao descended into this universe, and naturally, he had cultivated for just as long.
"The further I go, the longer it takes! I never expected the God Emperor realm to consume half of my cultivation life." Zhou Hao spoke to Murong with considerable emotion.
Murong chuckled softly. "Take it slowly! You're already cultivating very quickly."
"I know." Zhou Hao was no longer some greenhorn fresh out of the gate, so naturally he knew that his pace was already among the very best.
Perhaps his cultivation speed was second only to Murong's.
Thinking of Murong, Zhou Hao paused briefly before turning to look at her and teasing, "It took me over thirty thousand years just to reach the threshold of the God Venerable realm, while by this point, you were already a peak expert. You really are incredible!"
Only the closer one got, the more one understood just how terrifying Murong's talent was.
"Not yet. I'm still two thousand years short!" Murong said modestly.
Yet the smile on her face showed that she was rather pleased with herself.
Zhou Hao glanced at her expression, shook his head