Seventy or eighty Mastery Level Spells were, to Shen Changchuan, who had seven or eight thousand mastery spells recorded on his panel,
truly an improvement that could be considered negligible.
Still,
Shen Changchuan was in no hurry.
As the saying went, grains of sand gathered into a tower. Accumulate a little today and a little tomorrow, and one day the goal would be reached.
What was more,
during his cultivation while traveling this time, Shen Changchuan had discovered something: his speed in cultivating these related spells had increased further!
This also meant
that perhaps cultivating all fifteen thousand Second-tier Spells on the panel to mastery was not quite so difficult after all!
Seeing no small amount of hope, Shen Changchuan stood above the clouds,
his heart light.
At this moment,
the Soul Severing Mountain Range, stretching for thousands of miles beneath him not far away, had already come into view,
and Shen Changchuan reined in his thoughts somewhat.
This should have been his second visit to Soul Severing City after several years.
When he had come last time, the vast and wild mountain range had been filled with ancient trees that pierced the heavens, towering woods stretching endlessly onward.
Now, however, the Soul Severing Mountain Range bore many visible traces of battle.
Although the great war had ended a month ago,
and the battlefield had largely been cleaned up,
the devastation cultivators had wrought upon heaven and earth was far from something that could recover so quickly.
Collapsed mountains and enormous fissures splitting open the earth could be seen everywhere.
Some rivers had been severed midway through. Vast torrents of water plunged like waterfalls through the breaks into bottomless abyssal cracks, producing thunderous roars.
All manner of lingering marks left by collisions, explosions, and rampaging spells were visible everywhere,
leaving