Three months passed in a flash.
After nearly half a year of seclusion, Zeng Nu finally emerged. This time, he had successfully planted divine aura and become a Void-Lodging cultivator.
The speed of his cultivation was truly astonishing. It was not as if there had never been True cultivators who cultivated faster than he did; after all, those blessed with outstanding aptitude were as numerous as the hairs on an ox. But someone like him, who relied on almost no external aid and purely on his own talent, was absolutely without precedent.
Yet upon closer examination, he had in fact received a convenience granted by the heavenly Dao. Ordinary people had to pass the trial of temperament and disposition, and most were stuck at that hurdle. He had no need to consider such matters, and his aptitude was exceedingly high, so naturally his progress was swift.
Back in Origin Xia, whenever he made progress, he had wished for everyone to know. This time, however, he did not make much of a show of it. On one hand, there were not many familiar people around him. On the other, Chao Huan had at least made him understand one thing: if no one cared about the matter of the fortune he carried, then it was better for him to keep his head down.
Yet after planting divine aura, he felt as though he had severed himself from Origin Xia and instead become more closely connected to Celestial Xia. That feeling actually made him feel more at ease.
Moreover, comparing it with before, he could clearly sense that while in Origin Xia, he had in truth been subject to some inexplicable suppression. Here, however, he had cast off his shackles. The more he thought about it, the more convinced he became that coming