Five Hundred Years of Cultivation, Five Pieces of Intelligence!

Within the Pseudo-Earth Secret Realm, in Paradise of the Strong.

Wan Haihao held a bright red apple between his teeth as he casually removed the bandages from his left arm. Looking at the wound, which had already healed and scabbed over, he nodded in satisfaction.

After five hundred years of tempering, he had become completely different from before.

All his youthful awkwardness had faded away. Although his improved realm and cultivation still made Wan Haihao look as young as he had back then, his bearing was exceptionally otherworldly. His lean body seemed to contain explosive power, while an extraordinary, refined elegance suffused his entire being.

At first glance, Wan Haihao seemed like a young powerhouse of high status and authority, in control of immense wealth and power. But after closer observation, one would find that his eyes did not look young at all. They resembled those of an old man who had witnessed the vicissitudes of life.

Crunch, crunch, crunch!

With three bites, he finished the fruit in his hand. He even chewed up and swallowed the core, carefully savoring its rich, bitter taste.

The minute toxins in the apple core had no effect on him. Instead, they stimulated the flow of the exotic inner energy within his body, making it more active and concentrated, which aided his cultivation. Once he left this world, it would be able to truly transform into stellar power, making his Combat Power Index worthy of its name!

Although this benefit was minuscule, almost negligible, Wan Haihao had always been a meticulous person. He believed in the principle that "a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step." He believed that as long as something benefited him, persisting in doing it and accumulating the gains bit by bit would be enough to bring