Whether it was just an illusion or not, the dark clouds in the sky over the area where the hill stood seemed to have thinned slightly, making one wonder whether a ray of sunlight carrying hope might shine down.
Zhang Yang crouched on a rock like a monkey deep in thought. Directly in front of him was that chunk of Mechanical Soul Gold weighing sixteen tons, with a Law Concentration as high as 5.25%.
He was not considering how to use this thing. Instead, he was pondering the success or failure of his main body—or rather, observing his own thrilling and reckless life from a unique perspective.
Of course, he had inherited all of his main body's memories. It was just that certain parts involved existences from higher realms and had therefore been blocked.
"How does that saying go? Those who are good at swimming drown in the water. My entire life was spent believing I had mastered the ultimate weapon of swimming, yet I actually dreamed of gaining a foothold in the main branch of the River of Time. How tragic, how lamentable!"
Zhang Yang sighed. Looking back now, he realized that his initial positioning had been wrong. He should not have hurried to use the True Realm Fruit to vertically strengthen a True Realm, especially not in the Ashen Graveyard. He had been too impatient, and his foundation had not even been stabilized.
At that time, he should first have continued strengthening his Heavenly Sword Clan. He had thought that twenty Nascent Soul Stage disciples would be enough. How could he have known that those terrifying leviathans were all lurking beneath the water?
If he had possessed a billion troops or more than ten demigods under his command back then, he might have been able to carve out