Nearly four years had passed.
Su Mo had secluded himself in the small world for over a hundred years.
After a century of bitter cultivation, Su Mo's overall improvement had been enormous.
First, his First Small World had grown by nearly more than threefold. The continent at the center of the small world had expanded greatly, and the surrounding cosmic starry sky had expanded just as much.
There were over ten thousand miniature stars within the cosmic starry sky. Some had already become quite large, gradually transforming toward true stars.
Second, his divine soul had strengthened considerably, allowing him to fuse another mid-stage Creation Realm small world. The total number of small worlds within his body had reached sixteen.
With his current strength, if he faced the Golden Horn Ancestor again, he would need only one move to suppress him.
Although his cultivation was still at the mid-stage Creation Realm, and he had not even reached the peak of the mid-stage Creation Realm,
his strength had surged by a tremendous margin compared to when he had been at Xuan Yue Battle City.
"I still need to go out and obtain more resources!"
Atop a mountain peak, Su Mo gazed toward the endless peaks within Primordial Divine Mountain, his eyes holding boundless depth.
The Primordial Divine Mountain was far too desolate now compared to more than twenty years ago.
The major peaks had once been packed with streams of people, yet now only scattered disciples and elders could be seen.
Clearly, most of the elders and disciples had already been dispatched to resist the foreign races' attacks. Few remained behind to guard Primordial Divine Mountain.
Over all these years, not a single higher-up of Primordial Divine Mountain had asked Su Mo to join the war or carry out any mission.
Clearly,