At twelve years and ten months, he had surpassed the legendary limit and reached the pinnacle of the Inscription Realm.
Shi Yi's achievement could shake the world. Across all of history, few beings in the Lower Realm's Eight Regions had ever reached such heights.
If someone buried themselves in bitter cultivation, pursuing speed alone without regard for their Dao foundation, they might manage it-but they would most likely cripple their future, losing all hope of becoming an Array Formation King Marquis.
After all, cultivation was like stacking blocks. Only with a solid foundation could one build higher and go farther.
Someone like Shi Yi, who possessed both astonishing speed and an unrivaled Dao foundation, was hard to find even in the whole sweep of ancient history.
He left the bottom of the pool and stood upon the earth, stretching his body and loosening his limbs before heading out of this region of the Great Dao.
He had already comprehended the imprints of the many sages here. Its greatest opportunity had been that divine pool, which he had drained completely. There was little point in staying.
As Shi Yi walked, he employed the ability bestowed by the Forbidden Sea of Bitterness. Unseen, fate and karma guided him onward.
Throughout his journey, this ability had benefited him greatly, allowing him to avoid countless perilous places.
From time to time, inexplicable voice transmissions rang in his ears. Bewitchment, temptation, and other tricks came in endless succession. Some beings even tried to seize control of his mind, but Shi Yi had prepared for this. He guarded his mind closely and denied them any chance of success.
This place lay extremely close to the heart of the Ancient Sacred Academy, and the danger rose sharply. Shi Yi had to take every step with utmost caution,