Lu Yang wasn't discouraged by his first failed challenge.
If he'd followed the usual course of cultivation, even three or five years might not have brought him such gains.
Even if he left this pocket world right now and headed for the Imperial Capital, his gains this time would still be considerable.
At the very least, Lu Yang was confident that, without using that wisp of Thunder Dao Principles, he could suppress over ninety-nine percent of King-level martial artists with his techniques alone.
That meant he could keep a trump card up his sleeve for certain critical moments.
Besides, his allotted time to cultivate at Sacred Shadow Mountain wasn't up yet. He still had more chances to challenge the mountain.
At this thought, Lu Yang silently took a pill from his storage pouch and swallowed it.
He cultivated for several hours, waiting until his injuries had fully healed and the qi in both of his dantians had returned to its peak. Only then did he climb the mountain again.
This time, he climbed faster than before.
In less than the time it took to burn a stick of incense, Lu Yang reached the mountainside.
However, Bai Jinglei, whom he'd expected to see, didn't appear again.
Instead, a path he'd never seen before lay before Lu Yang, leading straight to the summit of the blue-purple mountain.
From where Lu Yang stood, he could clearly see that the space at the summit was small. There was a platform there, and a colossal humanoid statue stood atop it.
Lu Yang climbed the steps. He no longer felt any pressure.
Only a gentle breeze drifted past, while wisps of Thunder Law power swirled around the mountain.
When he reached the platform at the summit, a familiar voice came from within the statue.
"Yesterday's battle