After several lively days, Rain Xiang Mountain soon returned to its usual calm. Those who needed to cultivate cultivated, those who needed to work worked, and everything went on as before.
Jiang Yang remained in meditation, his breakthrough progressing steadily and methodically. Clearly, his accumulated cultivation was more than sufficient.
His Broadwood true essence had always been exceptionally dense, so his breakthrough took somewhat longer than other people's.
Nearly another month passed in the blink of an eye. Within the Quiet Chamber, Jiang Yang slowly opened his eyes. Gold and white light burst from them, sweeping across his surroundings like rainbows before swiftly dimming and fading.
Feeling the surging mysterious yellow true essence within him, Jiang Yang let out a soft breath.
"Foundation establishment Late Stage. I've done it."
His pace was truly enviable. He had reached the Late Stage before even turning thirty. No matter how much he dawdled afterward, he would still have a chance to reach for divine powers before sixty.
Throughout history, anyone who attained divine powers at that age had been no ordinary figure. Even a genius like Xuan Guang had barely managed his breakthrough when he was nearly a hundred.
Counting on his fingers, Jiang Yang realized that almost two months had passed during this seclusion. That certainly counted as fast.
Though his aura still fluctuated slightly, he paid it no mind and merely asked:
"Senior White, has anything important happened lately?"
Bai Tang emerged from the shadows and said softly:
"There actually have been a few things."
"Rain Xiang Mountain held the funeral rites for that Purple Mansion cultivator and a ceremony for the newly attained divine powers. Someone named Zang Yu came to invite you, but gave up when he found you in seclusion."
"The peak sent your senior brother in your