Qin Heng carefully calculated it. His first life-and-death crisis should have been during the Quasi-Martial Warrior assessment, brought about by Wang Peng and his accomplices.
He had been eighteen years old then, while he was only fifteen now. There were 1,100 Earth Days between them; reduced tenfold, that became 110 days—meaning he had 110 days to prepare.
With his current cultivation experience, defeating a few Quasi-Martial Warriors in 110 days would be effortless.
But the opponents ahead would come faster and grow stronger. From Wang Peng to the two Martial Gods of the Moon Core Realm, there were fewer than 200 Earth Days in between. In other words, in roughly 130 days, he would need Transcendent Realm combat power.
After that, there were formidable enemies like Xuan Nie and the Force Race Star Lord, each one difficult to handle.
By that calculation, the beginning of these 110 days was crucial. He had to reach Star Lord Level combat power as quickly as possible if he wanted any chance of walking the road ahead.
"Ah, having talent that is too high can be troublesome sometimes." Qin Heng secretly felt a headache coming on.
The Reincarnation King had said that gifted young powerhouses held an advantage when clearing trials, but within each person's different illusion, that so-called advantage was not necessarily an advantage at all.
"Qin Heng~"
Within the illusion, time began to turn.
A girl's pleasant voice came from behind him. When he turned around, he saw Fang Lingxue.
At this point in time, they were both only fifteen, still very young. Qin Heng was a skinny youth, not even 1.7 meters tall, and clearly malnourished.
Fang Lingxue, meanwhile, was a fair and pretty little girl. Her figure had begun to develop, and she had grown into a lovely young maiden.