Time drifted by.
The changes in this world had always remained within Gu Yuan's sight.
Ever since settling matters last time, he had returned to the painting shop on the outskirts of Thousand Mountains Sect.
Every so often, he would observe how that world was developing.
And keep an eye on Zhao Zhao's situation.
The remnant soul within Zhao Zhao's body treated him fairly well, seizing all manner of treasures for him and accelerating his cultivation.
Secret manuals, offensive techniques—everything was available.
In just a few years, Zhao Zhao had defeated numerous prodigies and become a somewhat renowned genius.
He had even found the cultivators who had murdered his family and taken his revenge.
It could be said that he was in the limelight like no other.
It was only unknown how long such a wonderful life would last.
Though Xiang Lin was a remnant soul, his ambitions were far from small.
When the time came to seize Zhao Zhao's body, he certainly would not show mercy.
Of course, none of that had anything to do with Gu Yuan.
The Qi Refining Formula had already been cultivated. As for the rest, they could do as they pleased.
At the painting shop.
Gu Yuan sat in his chair, calculating the passage of time over these years.
He had not expected time to pass so quickly.
By his calculations, in only a few days, the so-called Cosmic Prodigy Tournament would begin.
Honestly.
Such a grand event spanning countless universes was something to look forward to.
Thousand Mountains Sect.
A blessed grotto-heaven.
Su Ning slowly opened his eyes. A ray of light burst forth from his gaze, as though it could see through the space of this place.
His aura spread outward, carrying the unmistakable bearing of the eighth level of the Nine