For the next full ten years, Zhang Yang never dreamed again.
The information hidden in his mind had also become a blur. Even when he tried to look at it, he could no longer make it out.
That was only to be expected.
That big shot should have been imprisoned in chains—or perhaps only a fragment of his true spirit had been imprisoned. In any case, what had invaded Zhang Yang's mind should have been merely the tip of the iceberg.
In short, Zhang Yang now lived like a diligent gardener, taking a Soul Tremor package three times a day—morning, noon, and night. He had no idea what effect it actually had, but he guessed it was probably all right.
It had now been nine hundred years since Zhang Yang had brought his world, subordinates, and disciples to this Land of Exile.
These had been nine hundred years of recuperation and renewal, nine hundred years of surviving on one last gasp, nine hundred years of development and growth—and, more than anything, nine hundred years worthy of remembrance and praise!
Because today, at this very moment, under the brilliant guidance of the Heavenly Sword Clan's founding patriarch, Zhang "Tremor" Xia Hui "Ice-Sealed" Feiyang, through the efforts of the Heavenly Sword Clan's fifty first-generation disciples and the arduous struggle of its fifty thousand second-generation Mahayana Stage disciples, the eagerly anticipated Sword Dao Law, a landmark achievement of the era, had finally entered the 3.0 age ahead of schedule.
The reason for describing it this way was not to court attention. It was because the Sword Dao Law had truly become a broad and profound discipline, complete in structure, forming a world of its own and sustaining itself, while being perfectly applicable to offense, defense, self-cultivation, self-nurturing, longevity, daily life, and countless other