In the days that followed, Su Fan settled down in the Heavenly Lightning Dao Palace.
During this time, he practically cut off all contact with the outside world.
Every day, he either immersed himself in studying the profundities of lightning-path scriptures inside his exclusive Cave Mansion or buried himself in the Scripture Hall, poring over all kinds of cultivation manuals and secret scrolls. He was unwilling to waste even a sliver of time, and his days were extraordinarily fulfilling.
This nearly extreme state of arduous cultivation even caused the disciples and elders of the Heavenly Lightning Dao Palace, who were accustomed to seeing cultivators work diligently, to sigh inwardly in admiration.
Su Fan's formidable strength truly had not come from nowhere.
Su Fan knew very well that he could not stay in the Heavenly Lightning Dao Palace forever. The chance to freely access top-tier lightning-path inheritances was exceedingly rare.
As the saying went, once you left this village, there would be no other shop like it. Only by seizing every moment could he make this journey worthwhile.
It had to be said that the Scripture Hall of the Heavenly Lightning Dao Palace was practically an open-air treasure trove to him.
The countless lightning-path scriptures stored within, together with the cultivation insights and comprehension notes left behind by generations of the sect's ancestors, were so numerous and profound that they could be called vast as a sea of smoke. Every time he read through them, he gained something new.
One morning, a splendid radiance first flashed across the eastern horizon. Immediately afterward, a broad expanse of fish-belly white slowly spread out, completely dispelling the lingering traces of night.
The sleeping earth gradually awoke. The trees among the mountains and forests swayed gently in the cool morning breeze, their branches and leaves