Seven hundred and fifty years was far too short—nowhere near enough. To achieve the utmost perfection, he needed more time.
He would not rush for the moment. After all, opportunities were reserved for those who came prepared.
Hua Yunfei slowly rose to his feet. He glanced at Ao Kun, Wu De, and the others seated not far away, did not disturb them, and stepped out of Heaven and Earth.
Someone happened to be walking toward him. Tall and powerfully built, dressed in blue robes—it was Lan Ling Immortal King.
More than two months had passed, and Lan Ling Immortal King's injuries had already recovered. He had come here today to cultivate in Heaven and Earth.
"It seems Senior's injuries have mostly recovered," Hua Yunfei said.
"Hehe, it is all thanks to the Dao Immortal Pool. I have never seen such a holy treasure in my life," Lan Ling Immortal King said with a smile.
He was an Immortal King. Both his king body and king soul had been shattered, and he had nearly dissolved into the Dao. Yet after merely resting in the Dao Immortal Pool for several months, he had miraculously recovered. He would never have dared imagine such a thing before.
After suffering such grievous injuries, even if an Immortal King survived the calamity, recovery would be measured in millions of years, perhaps even eras. They would have to slumber for a long time.
But in the Dao Immortal Pool, only a few months were needed!
This showed just how heaven-defying the Dao Immortal Pool was.
He truly did not know what sort of person could have created such a heaven-defying object. They were undoubtedly a supreme being whose power was beyond imagination!
"Earlier, I promised Senior that once you recovered, I would ask the ancestors to choose