"Wang Quan said that, for now, we could only cultivate using the methods of this historical fragment."
"If other methods are still barred after I turn sixteen, then I can only take Wang Quan as my master and have him teach me his cultivation methods."
"But will I still have enough time by then?"
She was no fool. Naturally, she knew that once the restrictions were lifted, the one who would grow fastest was the local snake-Xiao Ming.
When that time came, if Wang Quan could not cultivate using other methods, how would he kill Xiao Ming?
"If I could use methods from the future, if my Dao Seal appeared, I could refine a strand of dharma power in one breath."
"Then I could spit out a spell and kill him in minutes."
In a distant city:
A powerful cultivator sat upright atop the city wall.
He had sat there for several years. Over those years, he had swallowed wind and fed on rosy clouds, drunk dew and absorbed light, cultivating numerous spells and techniques.
Beside him were an incense altar, specially prepared Sandalwood Incense, ritual materials, and other things.
"Three days. Three more days until the restrictions are lifted."
"Then I'll cast a spell directly across the distance and slaughter the historical anchor point."
"No matter how formidable that historical anchor point is, he won't withstand my sneak attack as I am now."
"This body I've occupied has Golden Core cultivation!"
"The power it can unleash is beyond anything ordinary people can imagine."
Yet just then, black clouds rolled in from afar.
The black clouds churned, banners fluttering above them amid booming war drums and repeated horn blasts.
A group of Daoist acolytes rushed out of the black clouds. They looped ropes around both ends of the upper