Having confirmed his current level of strength, Jiang Ci'an slowly descended back into the cave. The three pairs of wings behind him folded away naturally, his hair lost its golden color, and even his face, which had borne some resemblance to the Angel Lady's, returned to normal.
He lightly touched the space between his brows, sensing the humanoid divine seat he had stored in the Eye of Life, then used Time Control to pause her time.
Only then did Jiang Ci'an finally let out a soft breath, his expression relaxing a little.
Spending over two months in the real world to leap straight to the combat strength of an Ultimate Douluo was, without question, anything but a losing bargain.
Besides, he had not fallen too far behind in his cultivation.
While maintaining Time Control and constructing the angel through Reflection, his body had continued absorbing energy under the spirit-gathering array's enhancement, converting it into soul power, and channeling that soul power out.
In theory, his soul power level would stagnate under such conditions, and the cultivation benefits would be so slight as to be negligible.
But with time accelerated sixty-fourfold, every tiny increase was forcibly magnified.
By his calculations, it was only about half as fast as his usual cultivation, so he had not been standing still.
Apart from all that, there was really only one price that could be called enormous, and that was...
Jiang Ci'an slowly raised his hand and condensed a mirror of soul power in front of him.
His face was reflected in the mirror.
He still had the same black hair and golden eyes, but his face had completely shed its former boyish innocence. Although he remained outrageously handsome, that particular "cute young boy" quality that had been devastatingly effective against beautiful, mature older women