One day, five years later.
Li Yun sat atop a cliff, leisurely watching the clouds roll and unfurl across the sky.
A stone table stood before him.
On it sat a wine flask and a cup.
He picked up the cup and drained it in one gulp.
"Ah... that hit the spot!"
Comfort spread across Li Yun's face, but his brows soon drew together.
Deep in his eyes, a profound helplessness surfaced.
"Five years..."
"I've finally reached twenty times the cultivation of a Peak Sage Constant, but damn it, I've hit my limit. I can still draw in Myriad Wonders Aura, but I can't absorb another bit of it, no matter what!"
"Can this strength stand up to a Half-Step Ancestor or not?"
Li Yun was torn.
His cultivation had reached its limit. He could advance no further.
If he wanted to grow stronger, he needed more copies of the Illusory World Book, but they were becoming harder and harder to obtain.
Three years ago.
The Heavenly Scripture of Myriad Wonders had finally fallen into the hands of Cang Jiulong of the Ancestral City. Besieged by numerous Sage Constant experts, Cang Jiulong had fought three Peak Sage Constants at once, defeating and severely wounding all three. In one stroke, he had cowed many who coveted the Heavenly Scripture of Myriad Wonders.
Rumor now had it that Cang Jiulong had inherited Sage Canggu's legacy and possessed unfathomable reserves. Though not a Half-Step Ancestor, he might as well have been one. Even three to five ordinary Peak Sage Constants joining forces could not beat him.
As a result, the struggle for the Heavenly Scripture of Myriad Wonders had gradually cooled over the past three years.
As that struggle cooled, many Peak Sage Constants who saw no hope of winning it had, sure