He constantly tempered himself in brutal combat, traversing battlefields strewn with corpses and stepping over mountains of remains, hammering his Dao foundation until it was solid as rock.
He had advanced through the Saint Realm too quickly. Now, after countless collisions of Dao arts and contests of ancient techniques, he had walked onward one firm step at a time, his Dao heart like iron, cleansing away every hidden danger.
Over these years, he had not rushed to break through, instead devoting himself to building his foundation on the Immortal path.
Even a tender seedling, if it survived years of baptism by war without perishing, would surely grow into resilient timber.
Once the time was ripe, it could shoot upward from the earth and become a towering tree with deep roots and luxuriant leaves!
All the more so for Jiang Zhu. Having endured trials of life and death, he was like a peerless divine sword, its edge restrained, its radiance hidden within its sheath, awaiting only the day it was drawn.
Several years passed, and the Saint Spirit Race had long since come to hate Jiang Zhu to the bone, regarding him as an unparalleled mortal enemy.
Many members of the Saint Spirit Race cast the Golden Curse upon Jiang Zhu the moment they first saw him, but every curse was refined away by the Immortal Fire within the Demon-Refining Pot.
Later, several Saint Spirit Great Sages flew into a rage and jointly cast curses to erase him.
Yet with the Demon-Refining Pot in his possession, these curses cast from afar could not even land on Jiang Zhu.
This series of events stirred towering waves among the races. Countless young experts became even more eager to pursue Jiang Zhu, yearning to slay this bloodstained fiend and establish their own renown.
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