The Intense Desire Born from the Heart

Over the next few days,

Just as Ling Wuyuan had previously thought,

Aside from resting, relaxing his mind, and adapting to the power he currently possessed, he did nothing at all.

He even

Proactively stopped the cultivation technique within his body that had originally operated ceaselessly like breathing,

Leaving his body in a completely relaxed state.

To be honest,

Since he had begun cultivating at the age of ten,

This was the first time Ling Wuyuan had stopped cultivating.

During the long span of nearly two thousand days and nights before this,

No matter whether the weather was good or bad,

No matter how many or how few miscellaneous matters there were,

No matter whether his actual condition was good or not—

Not a single day had he ceased tempering himself.

Moreover, his daily cultivation plans were basically pushed right up against the limit.

If he exerted himself even a little more, he would injure himself.

No—rather, during every day of cultivation, he actually injured himself to some extent.

It was just that

Those injuries had always remained within his control.

They were always at a level where his body's recovery ability could just barely keep pace.

Injury and recovery, over and over again.

That was his normal state while cultivating.

Every day was like this.

Day after day.

Therefore,

In essence, every single day, he had been repeatedly squeezing out his own potential.

He strengthened himself through all kinds of methods that, in ordinary people's eyes, were so extreme that they could train a whole crowd of people to death in minutes.

Of course,

His early efforts and gains had naturally been proportional.

The reason Ling Wuyuan possessed his current strength was precisely because he had put in countless efforts before.

At this moment,

On the deck of the