Under a clear sky in broad daylight, light arose within the empty chamber.
Jiang Yang awoke from meditation, counted on his fingers, and realized another month had passed.
As his cultivation grew ever higher, he spent increasingly long periods in meditation. These were merely routine sessions of cultivation, not even seclusion, yet each already consumed more than a month.
His Immortal Foundation, "Conjoined Branch," rose and fell within his Qi Sea. Jiang Yang had polished it to such brilliance that he could scarcely add any further luster, as though it awaited a transformation.
Before I knew it, I've nearly reached the point where I need to seek a divine power...
Jiang Yang marveled inwardly.
Though he was currently at the Foundation Establishment late stage, he was only a step away from the peak. All that remained was accumulation, but the Foundation Establishment peak was merely one of the most basic requirements for breaking through to the Purple Mansion.
True essence and magic power, spirit sense and Immortal Foundation—with his profound reserves, none of these requirements posed any difficulty.
That left the cultivation of Secret Art, yet the immortal scripture, the "Immortal Gateway Dao Chapter," contained no record of any.
This did not mean Jiang Yang had no Secret Art to cultivate. Rather, the cultivation feedback he had received on several occasions had accomplished them in a single bound.
Or rather, as his cultivation climbed, each Secret Art had subtly cultivated itself to completion. The shimmering radiance upon his Immortal Foundation, the flecks of stardust at its branch tips, and its veins like golden boughs were already worlds apart from the dull gray Immortal Foundation it had once been. All of these were outward manifestations of Secret Art.
Jiang Yang needed only to polish his cultivation to perfection, until he could