Blood Luo Continent, Ancient God Ruins.
After spending a day or two with his family, Yang Zheng left the Virtual Universe and focused all his energy on tempering his will.
"Whoosh, whoosh~~"
The baleful qi, vivid as blood, churned like boiling magma. The almost tangible killing intent assailed him without pause. With every step Yang Zheng took, his mind and will felt as heavy as if he were carrying a mountain.
If he wanted to attain the will of a Peak World Lord within fifty years, he had to temper his will to the utmost. Resisting the steadily intensifying killing intent, Yang Zheng approached the baleful qi vortex one step at a time.
Rumble~~
An ancient, formless aura spread outward. A torrent of will, cold, bloodthirsty, and filled with an instinct for destruction, battered Yang Zheng's sea of consciousness like the shrieks of billions of tormented souls, trying to crush his sense of self.
"Huff~"
"Huff~"
Yang Zheng clenched his teeth. Veins bulged at his temples, and beads of sweat slid down amid steaming blood energy. The terrifying torrent of will bore down on him, almost shattering his mind completely.
The agony pierced his marrow. Even his soul wailed!
Yang Zheng tested the limits of his soul. Under the scouring force of that violent torrent of will, his own will was furiously tempered by the immense pressure, becoming more condensed, purer, and sharper.
Time slowly passed in the outside world.
One year, two years, three years... ten years...
Finally, forty-six years had passed. A streak of light burst out of the swamp shrouded in blood-red mist and shot into the sky.
"Finally! I finally did it!"
Yang Zheng stood in midair, gazing at the vast land below and the rolling mountain ranges in the distance. After forty-six years of being