Demonic Cloud Ravine was shrouded in demonic qi, a deathly land that never saw sunlight all year round. Two figures stood quietly there, having remained for several days.
Around Ning Chen, demonic essence surged like rolling waves. The incomparably powerful pressure around him grew stronger by the day, not yielding in the slightest even to an Imperial Dao Supreme Being.
He had practiced martial arts in his youth to protect those he cherished. Without realizing it, a thousand years had already passed. The young man of old now had a head full of white hair, his body weathered by hardship and etched with the marks of time.
To reclaim Xin Yu's soul, Ning Chen did not dare pause for even a moment. Every day, he pushed himself to raise his strength as much as possible, awaiting the day he would slaughter his way into the Heaven of No Desire.
Not far away, Yun Manlu watched the demonic qi around him grow denser and denser, her expression becoming increasingly complicated.
Reason told her that she had to act as soon as possible. Otherwise, one day, he would inevitably surpass her.
Yet she also wished to see just how far he could grow.
Above the heavens, dark clouds rolled and muffled thunder rumbled without end, lightning flashing incessantly. As Ning Chen's cultivation rose, the Imperial Dao Supreme Being Realm drew ever closer.
However, the tribulation lightning above the skies ultimately did not descend. How could the Imperial Dao Realm be attained so easily by mortals?
Having witnessed the man's efforts these past days with her own eyes, Yun Manlu sighed softly. The road of cultivation would never be absolutely fair; where some achieved twice the result with half the effort, others expended twice the effort for half the result.
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