Ao Yan Clan Chief's Proposal

Zhang Shuai's seclusion to heal this time had consumed more than two thousand three hundred years.

When he opened his eyes again, he slowly exhaled a turbid breath that had built up over several millennia.

Inspecting himself with his Divine Sense, he found his sacred body lustrous as jade, with a faint treasure light concealed within. His meridians flowed freely like rivers of stars, while the sea of consciousness in his Violet Palace was clear and vast. Both the Primordial Dao Fruit and the Great Dao Blood Talisman had regained their radiance. Having rebuilt himself after being broken, they seemed even more condensed than before, and his foundation had grown more solid.

"Phew... I've finally recovered completely."

He knew full well that his injuries had been far too severe. Recovering this quickly was already nothing short of miraculous.

Had his body not attained sainthood, with physical strength comparable to those Primordial World exotic beasts famed for their fleshly bodies, life force as vast as the sea, and recovery abilities rarely seen in the world, any other Saint of the same realm would have either perished from such injuries or, at the very least, fallen in cultivation.

He rose and lightly stretched his limbs, which had not moved for so long. A series of faint crackles immediately came from within his body, a natural sign of blood and vitality filled to the utmost limit.

The instant he stepped out of the cave dwelling, a familiar figure was already waiting outside. Apparently sensing that he had emerged from seclusion, he had come to wait long ago.

"Zhang Shuai!"

The visitor was Huang Ting.

The aura around him was utterly different from what it had been over two thousand years ago—vast and profound, faintly resonating with the power of wind and thunder between