These past several hours, Xu Yi had swallowed nearly two thousand jin of game before he finally quelled the fire of hunger in his belly.
The cooked meat entered his mouth and, thanks to his powerful ability to absorb it, swiftly turned into energy, nourishing his famished body.
For several days, Xu Yi had been immersed in the delicacies nature had bestowed upon him, unable to tear himself away. It seemed that half a lifetime of hardship and exhaustion had also vanished like clouds and smoke during this culinary journey.
That day, after drinking down a large pot of rich, fragrant fish soup, he was just about to lie down and read when, through his spiritual sense, he detected more than twenty figures racing toward him from the west.
In barely a dozen breaths, they reached him. They were Huang Xuanji, Qing Mingzi, and the others.
Seeing Xu Yi, everyone bowed and saluted, then said in unison, "Sir, your cultivation has reached great heights, and your divine might has grown even stronger. We congratulate you."
With strange phenomena accompanying heaven and earth as Xu Yi cultivated here, it was naturally impossible to keep his presence a secret.
Though these people had not personally kept watch nearby, they had many disciples and grand-disciples stationed in the area.
In truth, they had all been itching to visit Xu Yi.
But the cloud tribulation had lingered over this place for years, and they feared disturbing Xu Yi's cultivation and provoking the temper of this formidable man. They had all forced themselves to stay away.
Only recently had they heard that the cloud tribulation had dissipated. They waited several more days, but it still did not gather again. They all figured that this formidable man's cultivation had reached a pause, and finally mustered the