But it was not an arduous struggle at every step. Jiang Yun guessed that perhaps, in the later stages of cultivation, a turning point would come.
As he gained control over most of the Dao and laws of the All Heavens and Myriad Realms, his own understanding and insight would reach an entirely new height.
By then, the rate at which his physique and bloodline absorbed power would greatly increase, allowing him to rapidly digest the foundations of the All Heavens.
His cultivation speed might instead accelerate once more.
It would be like parting the clouds to reveal clear skies. After enduring the hardships of the middle stage and laying a solid foundation, Jiang Yun would eventually welcome his own glory.
Jiang Yun stood at the heart of the Source World, Grand Dao runes swirling around him like a galaxy as the aura of darkness and light intertwined and surged without end.
He raised his head and gazed into the void. There, the threads of fate could vaguely be seen intertwining, and endless thoughts arose in his heart. "I just wonder how many more transformations there will be. In my plan, there will be nine transformations."
Before his words had faded, the Source World suddenly trembled, as though responding to the question buried deep within his heart.
Nine transformations after becoming immortal—this was his vision for the path of bodily cultivation.
Each transformation came with the agonizing pain of being remade and a tremendous surge in strength, yet what realm he could ultimately reach remained like the Other Shore concealed within mist, impossible to see clearly.
"Perhaps Immortal Emperor's Peak, or perhaps the Sacrificial Dao Realm."
He murmured to himself, his voice carrying a trace of anticipation as well as some confusion.
Immortal Emperor's Peak was the goal countless experts