Sparring

Five years.

That was the time Shen Changchuan had roughly calculated he would need after weighing his progress over the past month.

Even if the final time required differed somewhat, the actual result would probably not be far off.

And this made Shen Changchuan's brows knit slightly despite himself.

Much of his earlier good mood dispersed because of it.

In five years, even the daylilies would have gone cold!

One had to know—

The Joint Grand Competition between the Immortal Sect and the other top overlord forces would take place within these next three to five years.

In the past, Shen Changchuan had never personally witnessed the strength of those truly pinnacle monstrous prodigies standing at the summit.

In his mind, he could only use the strength of Wan Zunli, the Old Ancestor of the Corpse Refining Sect in Southern Yue who had only recently advanced to the Spirit Wandering Realm, as his unit of measurement.

Judging by the process of his clash with Wan Zunli, as long as he mastered the Power of Space, he would more or less be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with Wan Zunli, perhaps even defeat him or cut him down.

So at that time, Shen Changchuan had felt that as long as he could reach the Ninth Level of Out-of-Body Realm and master the Power of Space, it would be enough for him to dominate the Joint Grand Competition.

As long as he mastered the Power of Space, Even if he could not contend for first place then, he would at least be able to enter the top ten.

But now, After experiencing this internal grand competition of the Immortal Sect, And witnessing the strength of true peerless prodigies like Lin Wushuang, Only then did Shen Changchuan truly understand that wanting to