A long time had passed since Ling Tian had stopped Venerable Sword Saint from capturing the Ancient Divine Beast. Ling Tian's cultivation had since broken through to the peak of the twelfth Heaven of the Near-Sage Realm. Most importantly, refining more High-level Outer Realm Power and various other forces had greatly expanded his Small World. That meant his Teleportation Secret Technique and other abilities had improved considerably. The fact that he could now handle Venerable Sword Saint, who had fused eight golden cores, with ease was proof enough. When Ling Tian had stopped Venerable Sword Saint from capturing the Ancient Divine Beast, he had relied on the teleportation formations in the northern region of the God Realm and on the Corpse Ghosts. This time, he had used neither.
Seeing Ling Tian hold his own against Venerable Sword Saint with relative ease, Poxiong felt even more confident that Ling Tian could last a year and complete the mission. That was especially true when he remembered that Ling Tian had set up many teleportation formations in this space and left Corpse Ghosts behind.
On the other side, seeing that Ling Tian's mastery of the Teleportation Secret Technique had improved so much that it was no worse than his own after fusing eight golden cores, Venerable Sword Saint's expression grew a little more solemn. He had a vague sense of foreboding, but soon pushed it from his mind, especially when he remembered that he had plenty of other cards up his sleeve.
He also knew that the Teleportation Secret Technique alone couldn't do anything to Ling Tian. With a thought, Venerable Sword Saint split off many clones, which quickly scattered in every direction. There were so many that their number nearly matched the clones produced by the Phantom Clone technique.
"Huh, how can