Ten Years of Tempering Filled the Purple Abode; Pieces Set in the Southwest Awaited Core Formation

Cultivation knew neither sun nor moon; through cold and heat, the years passed uncounted.

Since the battle at Azure Cloud Gorge had subdued the wills of Qingzhou's three great ancient demons, ten full years had slipped quietly by.

For mortals, ten years might have been enough for a beauty to grow old and a child to sprout a beard. For a cultivator sitting motionless within an abyssal spirit vein, they amounted to only a few lengthy breathing cycles and a handful of full circulations of spell power.

Beneath Heavenly Abyss City, inside the Quiet Chamber.

The spiritual energy here had grown so dense that it was almost viscous. Around the mystic ice walls, wisps of pure spiritual mist gathered into tiny raindrops in the air and fell soundlessly into the pool.

At the center of the Quiet Chamber, Chu Bai still sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, just as he had ten years before. His Violet-Gold Royal Robe remained spotless, and his long, ink-black hair lay loosely across his shoulders.

Though he deliberately released no pressure, the void within a hundred feet of him folded and pulsed strangely with each breath he took.

Those were the lingering resonances of the laws surrounding him, invisibly distorting the rules of heaven and earth in that area.

Hum—!

Suddenly, Chu Bai slowly opened his eyes.

In that instant, a wisp of noble, flawless violet-gold karmic fire flashed deep within his left eye, burning a tiny black scar into the void. Deep within his right eye, millions of transparent spatial wind blades spun at tremendous speed, giving off faint sounds of tearing.

Ten years of refinement had allowed him to completely merge the two divine abilities, Great Luo Purple Gold Karmic Fire and Nine Heavens Void Astral Wind Wings, into his own dao foundation.