"214 million years!"
In the unknown land, Ling Pianran had already entered a cultivation state, while Lin Xuan muttered to himself alone.
Lin Xuan's voice carried complex emotions—half joy, half regret.
He was delighted that his cultivation time had reached 214 million years, yet regretted that it had only reached 214 million years.
"There were clearly so many Dark Hordes, but most of them were wiped out by Ling Pianran's power."
"My own strength is still not strong enough. I can't reap more cultivation time—I need to keep improving."
Lin Xuan was reflecting on himself. If outsiders heard this, they might even think he was showing off.
How long had it been since he came to the Upper Realm? Not only had his cultivation surged to the Mid Nirvana Stage, his combat strength was terrifyingly heaven-defying. He was absolutely invincible among those of the same realm, and fighting above his realm was as commonplace as eating and drinking.
And yet, he still thought he was not strong enough. If that were true, then there were truly pitifully few strong people in this world.
"Improve!"
After muttering one last time, Lin Xuan's consciousness plunged straight into the Soul Suppressing Pagoda.
Within Myriad Ages in an Instant, Lin Xuan sat cross-legged as primordial power, scattered by the Grand Void Formation like starlight, enveloped him.
His cultivation time rapidly declined, while Lin Xuan's immortal soul advanced steadily along the Cycle of Life and Death Road, enduring the cleansing of Nirvana Tribulation Fire.
Upon the Bridge of Helplessness, Lin Xuan's gaze was especially resolute. Though his steps were slow, he continued moving forward without pause.
The blazing Nirvana Tribulation Fire seemed intent on burning Lin Xuan into tribulation ash, but endless power surged from within him, replenishing the immense expenditure.
The various scriptures circulated,