In the blink of an eye, another year and more had passed.
Chen Lin left the Cultivation Chamber, ready to seek out Yang Qianxing.
The time they had agreed upon had already passed, yet there had been no word from him. Chen Lin felt he could wait no longer.
Qi luck objects were exceedingly rare. If Yang Qianxing had not already stockpiled them, collecting a large quantity in a short time would be impossible. Meanwhile, only about half the time stipulated by the River of Styx Pact remained. Any further delay would put Chen Lin at a serious disadvantage.
Yang Qianxing's thinking was obvious. On one hand, he worried that Chen Lin's ascension would take too long, and Yang Zihua's remaining lifespan could not accommodate such a wait. More than that, however, he was probably afraid Chen Lin would perish during his tribulation, which would extinguish any hope of helping Yang Zihua.
Chen Lin himself, however, was quite confident about surviving the tribulation.
What he lacked confidence in was the process of using furnace purgatory stone to condense his essence, energy, and spirit into a simulated true self, as well as the hurdle of making that true self resonate with the Great Dao.
Both hurdles were exceedingly difficult. In particular, bringing a lesser dao into resonance with the Great Dao had eliminated countless peerless powerhouses of extraordinary talent.
But he was different from others. They risked dying if they could not overcome those hurdles, whereas he did not, because he was pursuing false Dao Integration and would face no Dao Tribulation.
Thus, even if he could not pass those two hurdles, his ascension would merely fail. At worst, he would suffer damage in various respects, but he would not die.
"Husband, Zihua is here."
Chen Lin was considering how to