The ten years passed even faster than Chen Fan had imagined.
He had already maxed out both "Nightmare Invocation" and "Divine Movement" through idle training. His own cultivation had also reached the perfection of Dao Fruit through idle training, and Origin Art had advanced another step.
The Four Saint Swords were also being idle-trained, though not all seven levels had reached perfection.
This truly was a blessed land. Its idle-training efficiency was no weaker than the boost Chen Fan had received when he first entered the Enlightenment Pool.
Yet the Enlightenment Pool could only be entered for a few days, while this place could last for a hundred years.
The only thing that left Chen Fan helpless was that, because his true body had been constantly performing ordinary sword swings and Beiming had not displayed any realm of swordsmanship whatsoever, Chen Fan had learned nothing at all from Beiming...
In truth, without Beiming, with his own comprehension of the sword and the many treasures and resources in his Mustard Seed Stone, he could have directly broken through to Chang Sheng long ago.
But due to Beiming's restrictions, his true body had swung his sword without pause, naturally leaving him no time to break through.
He was helpless, yet even more curious about what Beiming intended to do.
The final day of the ten years passed.
Chen Fan finally stopped swinging the sword in his hand.
He had not paused in the slightest over the past decade. With his current strength, he naturally needed neither rest nor food.
If he relied purely on physical strength, continuing for a thousand or ten thousand years would not be difficult—provided he lived that long...
"Not bad."
Beiming nodded faintly. "Over these ten years, you truly did not activate your swordsmanship even once. Now, you