The Seven-Colored Small Snake

In this desolate cave, Yi Yun circulated the Dragon Emperor Art. The dense Yuan Qi around him immediately surged toward him like a giant whale gulping water.

Soon, a vortex of Yuan Qi formed beside Yi Yun.

Every breath Yi Yun took drew in and expelled the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi of this primordial world.

Rumble! The blood within Yi Yun's body surged and galloped like raging waves, constantly washing over his body.

A towering building rises from level ground, and a treasured sword is honed through grinding. As Yi Yun tempered himself and reinforced his foundations, his cultivation grew purer and purer.

Without Oblivion River Water, Yi Yun could also temper his foundations like this, but it would consume far too much time—perhaps decades, perhaps centuries.

Yi Yun had practiced martial arts for so long, always racing to catch up in cultivation. Never before had he truly settled his heart and tempered his foundations as he did today.

The Oblivion River Water had completely merged into Yi Yun's body. He felt that the flow of time he experienced relative to the world around him was growing faster and faster, already nearing thirtyfold.

With a thirtyfold time difference, one day in the outside world was equivalent to a month for Yi Yun.

At this rate, if Yi Yun entered seclusion for two years this time, it would be equivalent to an entire sixty-year cycle.

For Yi Yun, who had lived only a little over a hundred years, spending a full sixty years tempering his foundations was an extravagance beyond imagination. Not only Yi Yun—even other young geniuses would not be willing to do such a thing. It would waste the life potential of their youth. After consuming Oblivion River Water, however, they had no such concerns at all.

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