Tang San left with Tang Hao and the others, his heart full of anticipation. He desperately wanted to cultivate this world's methods.
As for the "Xuantian Skill"?
What was that?
Cultivation aside, life had offered Meng Chuan a little diversion, leaving him in a fine mood.
He glanced at Meng Qi and saw that he was still training hard. Meng Chuan did not disturb him. In his mind, Meng Qi was sharpening that blade.
He sensed the progress of his Projections and how far he was from his next transformation. His mood improved further. The brilliant civilizations of the Heavens truly were of great use.
Many of those civilizations' systems could not even bring someone to Legend, much less Dharmakaya.
But the sparks struck when those countless civilizations collided in Meng Chuan's mind, and the essence left behind as they mingled and settled, were genuine treasures.
And the sheer volume was immense. Enough quantitative change would always bring qualitative change.
"Nine transformations to achieve Immortal Ascension..." Meng Chuan murmured. Ever since crossing over, achieving Immortal Ascension had been his modest goal. He had never expected to stumble onto this path by a strange twist of fate.
"Once I've achieved that modest goal of Immortal Ascension, it'll be time for the next one..."
"And I need to speed up the Projections..." Meng Chuan sensed how quickly his Projections were taking shape. They were already forming fast. If word of his speed got out, every Great Divine Ability User would be stunned.
This man was fast. Far too fast!
"That place might help me a great deal." Meng Chuan thought for a moment and recalled somewhere.
His apparent identity had drawn plenty of attention away from Meng Qi.
Surely asking for a little convenience in return was only fair!
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