Faced with such a brazen display of Versailles, what else could Li Su do?
Naturally, he could only cultivate even harder.
He refused to believe that, as the inheritor of the Seven Supreme Sages, with BUG-like talent bonuses and an affinity for the Dao comparable to an innately sacred being, he could still lose.
For a time, though their paths differed, all three threw themselves into frenzied cultivation.
Nine Songs was gestating and accumulating power, using pressure to awaken the talents that had long slumbered within her, bringing them to awakening and thereby achieving a breakthrough.
Fei was reclaiming herself—reclaiming the feeling she had forged when she had no shelter, no wings, and stood alone in the wilderness, surrounded by predators, struggling to survive.
As for Li Su, he was refining his primary Dao and harvesting from his miscellaneous Daos.
With the Frenzy Faction remaining silent, time flew by as the three immersed themselves in cultivation.
In the blink of an eye, an entire season slipped away.
The first to stop was undoubtedly Fei. After all, she had merely been tempering herself through battle, constantly recovering the sensations of her past and polishing away the rust that years of comfort had left upon her, so that she could shine once again.
The process was anything but easy. Over those three months, she went through several hundred battles.
Almost none of them were easy. Several times, she had even sought out prodigies among the thirty-three alien races, War Emperor-level experts who matched her own level, and even several hundred-million Dao realm cultivators.
Tempered in blood beneath crushing pressure, after two months and fifteen days, she had completely recovered her former self and returned to her original form.
That was the silent ghost.
A dead soul that existed beyond one's field of