Clearlight Peak, the great hall.
Xuan Cheng sat upright on the Cloud Bed, his eyes closed as he regulated his breathing.
He had just received several fellow disciples and sent away Fu Hui, the seller of counterfeit paintings. Now he intended to resume comprehending his Divine Ability. As for why he had bought those treasures, naturally, they were for himself.
But now, Chang Le's threat stuck like a fishbone in his throat. He had to increase his strength as quickly as possible.
"I'll break through to the Nascent Soul Late Stage first."
Xuan Cheng closed his eyes again, focused his mind, and circulated his cultivation method.
Spring departed and autumn came. Who knew how many winters and summers passed?
Xuan Cheng finally broke through to the Nascent Soul Peak. Looking at the towering Dharma Form within him, he was overcome with emotion. Along the way, he had encountered countless schemes from Chang Le, but he had unraveled every last one.
"I have reached perfection. It's time to settle all your accounts!"
He rose and stood in the hall with his hands behind his back. His gaze pierced the sea of clouds, looking toward the Immortal Garden. Then he swept his sleeve and strode out of the hall.
... The battle between Xuan Cheng and Chang Le erupted within a Minor Realm. They fought for seven days and seven nights, battling all the way to the world's end.
"Chang Le, today you will fall!"
He let out a long roar. His Dharma Form abruptly swelled to hundreds of thousands of miles in size, blotting out the sky and sun, stirring the cosmos and heaven and earth. Its might shone over mountains and rivers, unrivaled beneath the heavens.
Chang Le's face filled with horror. "Impossible... how could you be so strong?"
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