The news that Chu Yang had gone into seclusion was merely a smokescreen he had put out, though it was half true.
He truly did intend to cultivate in seclusion for a time, digest the cultivation resources at hand, and raise his cultivation.
But it was far from the point of shutting himself away completely, nor would it take too long.
Time passed swiftly in the mountains, and in the blink of an eye, a year had gone by.
The foundation Chu Yang had accumulated before was simply too vast. For an ordinary cultivator, let alone using it for cultivation, it would have been enough to squander for an entire lifetime.
Even the vast majority of holy lands and aristocratic families could not produce so many cultivation resources.
It was precisely because of this that the Desolate Ancient Holy Body had become a useless physique in the Post-Desolate Ancient Era. What faction could possibly sustain the terrifying resource consumption of a Desolate Ancient Holy Body?
The outside world had all kinds of opinions regarding Chu Yang's exploits of swindling people everywhere. The various factions that had suffered losses at his hands were also doing everything they could to slander and smear him.
In short, Chu Yang's reputation was not good.
In the past, he had merely been known as bloodthirsty and a lecherous fiend. Now, he had gained another reputation—that of bullying the weak and acting like a bandit.
Yet Chu Yang could not have cared less about any of it. On the Great Dao, one fought for supremacy. The farther one went, the more the whole world became one's enemy.
Among the outstanding figures of ancient and modern times, how many had been renowned throughout the world before attaining the Dao?
Take Jiang Taixu, for example. Had he not