Qin Shaofeng arrived at the summit of First Mountain once again.
Looking at the brand-new space before him—or perhaps it should have been called a small world—a long-lost smile finally appeared on Qin Shaofeng's face.
His continual insights into restrictions had not increased his cultivation level in the slightest, yet they had made him clearly aware that his combat strength was soaring at a frenzied pace.
Though it was merely external power, it still had an unimaginable effect on him.
Setting aside all thoughts.
He immersed himself in comprehending restrictions once more, except this time, what lay before him was a small world formed from the fusion of an unknown number of restrictions.
Time slowly began to pass once again.
Yet neither Qin Shaofeng, within the small restriction world, nor the woman in the purple dress, frantically setting up restrictions at Hundred Mountains in preparation to blast Qin Shaofeng to death in one fell swoop, knew that deep within the Ten Million Great Mountains, three old men were watching scene after scene, pointing and commenting, with bursts of laughter occasionally ringing out.
"This brat truly deserves to be the one I spotted at a glance and designated as a Core Disciple. Look at how quickly he comprehends basic solid restrictions. With a million years of cultivation, he will surely let our Ten Million Great Mountains gain another restriction emperor. Hahaha..."
"What do you mean, you spotted him? Clearly, I was the first to sense his attainments in restrictions, all right?"
"Bullshit! It was clearly me!"
The two old men were covered in grime, with disheveled hair and filthy robes, making it impossible to tell their ages.
Yet from their grizzled hair, it was not difficult to see that both had lived for endless years.
And yet, these two were arguing