In the blink of an eye, another three thousand years had passed.
By now, Wang Wu was an old monster who had lived fifty-five thousand years. He was no longer a fresh-faced young man.
Over those three thousand years, he had not merely grinded out 0.3 points of Three Calamities resistance, but a full 0.5 points. His final Three Calamities resistance had now reached 9999.6.
He could now withstand nine terrifying sword energies without changing expression or being affected in the slightest. That was equivalent to negating ninety million points of damage per second.
Even Wang Wu himself found it strange. Truly miraculous—something he would never have dared imagine before.
After all, his current maximum Health Points had only just reached one hundred million.
However, he had more or less figured out why farming terrifying sword energies could increase his Three Calamities resistance.
It was because the essence of those terrifying sword energies seemed to be connected to the Three Calamities.
He was now eagerly awaiting the result of maxing out his Three Calamities resistance.
Well, he no longer needed to focus on purifying Chaos Spirit Energy. His three fourth-rank Foundation Establishment Arrays had already accumulated five hundred billion points of spirit energy and could hold no more.
So he could focus on breaking down and absorbing terrifying sword energies instead.
At this moment, he entered that Spatial Rift for the umpteenth time. Compared to the bone-deep dread and trembling fear of the past, he could now remain relatively composed.
The moment he stepped inside, invisible ripples spread out, followed by terrifying sword energies filling the sky. At the same time, Wang Wu activated Spiritual Essence Insight and attempted to see through this suspected Tomb of the Grand Unity. Although it was utterly useless and produced no result at all,