A Moment of Cultivation (Interlude)

Inside the Butian Sect, Gu Chen's entire body was wrapped in bandages, and his wounds had stopped bleeding.

"The Abyssal Sage King only lost one clone. Tang Hao was crippled too, but he wasn't injured that badly. He'll probably recover within two months."

A hole had been opened in the ceiling, letting the sunlight shine straight down from the sky.

Gu Chen lay beneath the sunlight, wearing away the divine power left inside his body.

Right now, he was well and truly half-crippled.

It would be good enough if he could still use thirty percent of his combat strength.

If he wanted to recover, it would take at least five months.

But that worked out too. Five months could be used not only to recuperate, but also to study the Chaos God Position.

Knock, knock—!

"Sect Master."

Just then, a disciple knocked on the door, his voice sounding from outside.

Gu Chen helplessly opened his eyes. There really were too many things he had to deal with—taxes, disputes, and all sorts of other matters piled up together, including earlier complaints from some people that the Gray Sun was too strange.

What was strange about it?

Still, he felt it was not a big deal, so he changed the sun's color.

The eighteen hours of daytime had been changed to an orange-yellow sun like the one on the Douluo Continent.

At night, it was the Gray Sun.

Mainly, the Gray Sun was merely like the unintentional leakage of plane energy. Even if there was not much of it, being exposed to that light for a long time could still speed up cultivation.

"What is it?"

Gu Chen still did not get up. His calm voice carried out the door.

"The monarch of the Demon Plane has come to the Butian Pavilion