Deep within Sunset Forest, time seemed to have grown viscous.
There was no alternation between day and night here, only the red and white springs, eternally churning without change.
Before they knew it, half a month had passed.
The once-lush herb garden, filled with rare and exotic plants, now looked as though it had been chewed over by dogs, sparse and ragged.
The culprit was naturally Tang San.
Over the past half month, Tang San had been like a diligent little bee, tirelessly working on those immortal herbs day and night.
At this moment, Tang San sat bare-chested by the spring.
His skin had taken on a bronze hue, faintly gleaming with a jade-like luster.
Those were the traces left after consuming the Infernal Delicate Apricot and Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass, then tempering his Golden Body through ice and fire.
His Soul Power had firmly crossed the threshold of level forty-seven and was charging toward level forty-eight.
At this rate, he would absolutely terrify countless people in the outside Soul Master World.
Yet Tang San showed little joy on his face.
He stopped cultivating, opened his eyes, and looked toward the other side of the Ice and Fire Two Forms Spring.
Someone was sitting there.
Or rather, a "statue" was sitting there.
Han Yuchen sat cross-legged atop a massive boulder and had not moved for seven full days.
His breathing was so faint that even his heartbeat only thumped once every few minutes.
Yet the aura around him was like a dormant volcano gathering strength, so oppressive it made people struggle to breathe.
With his hands behind his back, Dugu Bo drifted over to Tang San like a ghost.
Old Monster's complexion had improved considerably. Tang San had spent more than half a year regulating the toxins in his body,