Apart from those thousands of Saints and Saint Kings, Jiang Yun had also fought bloody battles without cease over the past three or four years.
He had battled the arm of the Grand-Completion Saint Spirit beneath the Demon War Well, fought two Saint Spirit Quasi-Emperors who had appeared out of nowhere, surrounded the Grand-Completion Saint Spirit's body, and fought its head to the death.
The battles had raged day and night without pause, as though he had walked a blood-soaked road paved with the Saint Spirit Race's corpses.
The curse said to take shape in heaven and earth when a Saint Spirit died had once become a tangible thing around him, shrouding him in blood-red light.
That had not frightened Jiang Yun. After all, the Saint Spirit Race had been all but crushed.
At worst, he could return to the Big Dipper and keep his distance from the Immortal Mountain.
Over those years, he had tempered himself through bloody combat, while the Divine Jade Figures had steadily guided one Ancestral Dragon Vein and Great Dragon Vein after another into his Source World, feeding their power back into his body.
The Source Ring had swept through more than half the universe, and the Emperor's Tower was eagerly sought after by prodigies and heroes alike. Jiang Yun had turned himself into a furnace, using the Primordial Spirit power of the universe's cultivators as fire and the paths cultivated by its prodigies as fuel. That path had grown ever broader.
Unbroken battles, the feedback from the Ancestral Dragon Veins, and the insights gained from the Dao principles of countless Primordial Spirits had steadily forged the foundation of his own Dao.
After countless clashes of Daoist arts and contests of Ancient Arts, Jiang Yun's cultivation had reached the seventh heaven of Saint King in