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Over these past few years, aside from implementing new policies, widely spreading his own principles, proving them among mankind, and gathering the great fortune of heaven and earth, Zhao Cheng had not stopped exploring cultivation either.

Not only in the future era of the Human Path Federation, but also across eras of the past, Zhao Cheng had, in his previous descents, exchanged ideas time and again with countless outstanding figures, touching the boundaries of wisdom. Thus, by this cycle, Zhao Cheng's exploration had become a solitary, silent pursuit.

He possessed Creation-grade talent in the sword path, so his progress was not slow. Yet his own cultivation wisdom was already vast and boundless. Now, relying solely on the tempering of time, his advancement had comparatively slowed abruptly.

Zhao Cheng knew that this was the normal state of affairs.

Of all the cultivators he had encountered, every one of them had cultivated for centuries or millennia, yet compared to him, the gap was like that between the sun and a candle flame. This was by no means merely a difference in talent.

More importantly, he had directly inherited what was already there. His previous leaps and bounds had come partly from talent, but also from standing on the shoulders of giants, fusing the cultivation wisdom of one civilization and one era after another.

The strength of countless civilizations gathered within one person was naturally incomparably terrifying.

A day spent in thought was not worth a moment spent learning; this saying held true for cultivation as well.

If Zhao Cheng wanted to make major progress in a short time now, there were only two methods. One was to swiftly clear this instance, unlock a new one, and obtain the wisdom of new civilizations. The second depended on whether the Nine Books of this