Chen Fan shook his head, reining in his wandering thoughts.
"What a pity the compass is gone..."
Though he had not gained much during the time he possessed the compass, it could pinpoint the locations of Origin Fragments. Given enough time, it would have ensured a steady stream of gains.
Even so, he did not regret what he had done.
Killing Black Tiger in a single stroke had brought him such tremendous gains—gains he might not have obtained even after holding the compass for thousands or tens of thousands of years. It had been worth it.
With so many Origin Fragments added to himself, Chen Fan's current speed of comprehending the Dao was far faster than it had been in the Enlightenment Hall of the Yuan Shang Secret Realm!
Had it not been for these many Origin Fragments, he could never have progressed so quickly.
In the days that followed,
Chen Fan remained hidden within the immortal estate, continuing his bitter cultivation.
Time passed.
After more than two thousand years beneath the Chronolight Core, Chen Fan successively cultivated quite a few sword arts and divine abilities to perfection. His Slaughter Dao broke through to the fifth level of Chang Sheng, while his Earth, Fire, Water, and Wind Daos all broke through to the sixth level of Chang Sheng.
For Chen Fan, who possessed an auto-cultivation talent and so many Origin Fragments, this speed was actually not fast at all...
It was even slower than Chen Fan had expected.
Cultivating the Dao was simply too difficult.
But regardless, as his four Daos broke through in succession, he finally began cultivating the thirteenth level of the Four Saint Swords.
Several hundred more years passed, and his Blood-Melting Technique finally broke through to the eleventh level.
The Blood-Melting Technique had only thirteen levels