I sighed and arrived on the rooftop, continuing my cultivation.
This had already become a habit of mine. Spiritual Energy surged madly into my body, nourishing it. I slightly closed my eyes, and purple energy continuously spread from my entire body.
But after who knew how long, I opened my eyes, and they were filled with bitterness.
There was still no progress at all.
It turned out that my talent was not as powerful as I had imagined. Although I had used countless resources to derive an astonishing cultivation technique, precisely because of that, I was unable to fully master it.
That was because the technique was far too demanding in terms of resources. At that moment, my heart was filled with confusion.
Where should I go from here? What should I do now?
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I had no idea. I truly had no idea what to do.
When two immense factions collided, I was nothing more than a tiny ant.
Neither the evil god nor the Heavenly Beings seemed interested in me at all.
The evil god had not entrusted me with any important task. I was merely acting as an overseer before the Mysterious Woman. The Heavenly Beings were not pursuing me either. It seemed that, in their eyes, the true threat was still Zhang Fan.
After suddenly losing Zhang Fan, I actually felt completely useless.
Although I knew that relying on others was not good, all along, it had been Zhang Fan's guidance that had allowed me to reach this point. Otherwise, how could I have crossed a thousand years and effortlessly become a Saint?
One had to understand that although it seemed easy, among the myriad races, anyone who could become a Saint after cultivating for ten thousand years could already be considered a genius.