Three Years in a Flash

Time flowed like water. As Bolan continuously pursued the Dao, the year had reached 9998 of the Yulan Calendar. Bolan had just celebrated his seventeenth birthday. Over the past three years, he had met many friends and opponents, yet without exception, he had never been defeated. Two years earlier, Bolan had also begun comprehending the Laws of Wind. He had comprehended the Profound Mystery of Speed and was already more than halfway through it, while the Profound Mystery of Slowness had also reached the introductory stage.

From the beginning, Bolan had planned to find a way to fuse the two profound mysteries. Then, he could become a god directly through fused laws. Even among Low Gods, he would not be at the bottom!

At this time, Bolan had already reached the peak of Level 8 in human form half a year ago. That meant that once he broke through to Level 9, relying on his comprehension of the Laws of Wind, he would not be weak even within the Saint realm.

Bolan now stood around 190 centimeters tall, about the same as Linley. He had also changed into his favorite white robe, with two Bloodslayers strapped to his back. His sharp eyes had become increasingly piercing. Yet as his shoulder-length white hair swayed in the wind, he instead carried a trace of laziness.

At this moment, Bolan sat cross-legged in an obscure mountain range, meditating. He could clearly sense that his opportunity for a breakthrough was today. He still maintained the most basic "Qi Gathering Stance," except he held a massive iron stone lock in each hand, each weighing roughly ten thousand jin. Due to his long training, the vapor from his sweat rose continuously from his head like white mist.

"Phew." As Bolan lowered and raised the stone locks once more, he began circulating the Dragonblood Battle Qi within his body.

The Dragonblood Battle Qi continuously absorbed the surrounding elemental essence, nourishing Bolan's entire body.

"Hmm." Bolan's brow rose, and he was instantly overjoyed.

When the constantly circulating Dragonblood Battle Qi returned to his dantian once again, it began trembling with astonishing intensity. The liquid-like Dragonblood Battle Qi within his entire dantian surged like ocean waves. Seeing this, Bolan immediately compressed all the Dragonblood Battle Qi in his meridians into his dantian in one go. Before long, the battle qi within his dantian had reached its peak.

"Break!" With Bolan's loud shout, the Dragonblood Battle Qi in his dantian finally met the conditions for quantitative change to trigger qualitative change.

The entire breakthrough took only a few dozen breaths, from beginning to success, but Bolan had fallen in love with the sensation of life constantly evolving.

"Hahaha!" After all the Dragonblood Battle Qi in his dantian had completed its transformation, Bolan finally could not help laughing wildly in the empty wilderness.

He immediately transformed, preparing to properly experience the power of the Saint realm.

After transforming, Bolan's originally dark cyan body was now covered in faint, inconspicuous halos.

Bolan clenched his fist hard, and the very air seemed to tremble. His powerful muscles contained far more terrifying strength than before, and even the battle qi within his body felt much more vigorous.

"A warrior's breakthrough into the Saint realm really brings enormous changes." Feeling the vigorous power within his body, Bolan spoke with emotion.

At that moment, Bolan suddenly remembered that reaching the Saint realm as a warrior meant he could fly. With that thought, he shot directly into the sky. His body instinctively soared freely through the air.

In a little over a year, the magical beast siege will occur. I should return home and make preparations early. With that thought, Bolan transformed and flew at high speed toward the O'Brien Empire, which he had been away from for three years.

Although Bolan did not know whether his arrival would disrupt the magical beast siege from the original story, he still wanted to prepare in advance.

After Bolan left, an elderly man suddenly appeared out of thin air behind him. He wore a simple black robe, his black hair hanging loose, while his beard reached his chest. Watching Bolan's departing back, the old man murmured, "Not bad talent. What a pity he is of the wind element."

After saying that, the old man vanished into a gust of wind, as though no one had ever come here.