Inside the secret chamber, Su Mo sat with his eyes closed, all stray thoughts cast away as he cultivated with all his might.
Within his body, the Chaos Origin Pill contained vast, surging Chaos Origin Qi, which Su Mo continuously absorbed and refined.
At his current level of cultivation, even with ample resources, it was impossible for him to advance rapidly. He could only rely on time to hone himself.
Of course, his cultivation speed was far beyond what ordinary warriors of the same rank could compare with, faster than theirs by an unknown number of times.
Outside, the sun rose and set, year after year, but Su Mo paid it no heed.
Soon, four years passed. On this day, Su Mo's aura suddenly trembled, as though he had broken through some shackle and entered a new level.
Huff!
Su Mo opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of foul air. It shot out like a sword and struck the wall of the secret chamber.
"Grade Two Low-level!" Su Mo's eyes shone brightly. After four years of secluded cultivation, he had finally advanced once more and reached Grade Two cultivation.
Even with the Chaos Origin Pill, his cultivation speed was still exceedingly slow.
Moreover, it would only grow slower in the future. This was not only because of the vast leap in cultivation and the difficulty of crossing realms, but also because of the shackles of talent.
An ordinary Grade One High-level warrior would need decades, centuries, or even thousands of years to advance to Grade Two.
"In the future, I still need to devour more bloodlines and Primordial Spirits!" Su Mo muttered. Only by devouring more bloodlines and Primordial Spirits could his potential and strength become greater.
Of course, ordinary bloodlines and Primordial Spirits were no longer of much