When Ye Zhen was young, his father, Ye Tiancheng, had forced him to read many books. Those books often spoke of how one day in the mountains was already a thousand years in the world.
Back then, Ye Zhen had not believed it. He had even scoffed at it.
But now, Ye Zhen believed it beyond all doubt.
Only one year had passed in the world, yet Ye Zhen had already cultivated bitterly for ten years within the Mirage Dragon Pearl.
Though it was still far from the legend of one day in Li Mountain equaling a thousand years in the world, Ye Zhen felt that if tenfold Power of Time Sequence existed in this world, then there would surely be hundredfold, thousandfold, or even ten-thousandfold Power of Time Sequence.
During the year he had waited for Wang Baimu, who had accepted the bounty, to return from beyond the domain, Ye Zhen had quietly cultivated bitterly in the Mirage Dragon Pearl for ten years, with remarkable results.
Not only had his cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds, it had also comprehensively elevated his strength.
At this moment, Ye Zhen was riding the Cloud Winged Tiger King Xiao Mao, darting through the clouds like a gray bolt of lightning.
Three days ago, only a few days after the one-year deadline had passed, Mountain God Yi Xun had informed Ye Zhen that Wang Baimu had returned from beyond the domain and sent him the meeting location.
Ye Zhen had immediately set out in haste.
After ten years of bitter cultivation, the Cloud Winged Tiger King Xiao Mao had become even more majestic. Not only had its strength soared, its speed had increased by a third from before.
The place Wang Baimu had designated to meet Ye Zhen was called the Molten Hell