More than three months passed in the blink of an eye.
Over those three months, apart from cultivating and keeping Tantai Lingyue company, Nie Yun spent every day guiding his parents and the others.
Although his current cultivation might still fall short of his father Nie Xiaotian's, perhaps even Tie Lan's, his understanding of martial arts was beyond anything they could compare with. Often, a casual remark from him would clear away the fog in their minds and bring sudden enlightenment.
After hearing his guidance, everyone finally understood that even with a hundredfold increase in cultivation time, abundant cultivation resources, and supreme techniques, the gap between them and him remained immense!
To put it plainly, Nie Xiaotian and the others had built their strength largely by piling up vast resources. Their true combat power and battle experience were inferior even to Jing Hong and Liu Ji's, let alone Nie Yun, who had lived two lives.
By now, Nie Xiaotian and the others had also learned of all the things Nie Yun had experienced on Floating Sky Continent. They were left dumbstruck, stunned beyond measure.
They had never dreamed that the youth who had left Qi Sea Continent with them would undergo so much in less than a year. The brilliance he unleashed had become dazzling beyond compare, shocking the entire world.
Unifying the eight great sects, holding the eight Sect Master's Seals, fighting Old Drunkard to a draw... every one of these deeds was earth-shaking, beyond anything people like them could have imagined even in their dreams.
They had originally believed that, with accelerated time and an abundance of resources, their cultivation would be the fastest. Only now did they understand that cultivation was like a sapling—only after weathering wind and rain could it grow strong and sturdy!
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