Only at sunset did everyone return, thoroughly satisfied, and go their separate ways.
The Eastern Emperor politely declined invitations from the other Ancient Race factions and Human Daoist Lineages, returning to the Yaoguang Holy Land with Great Saint Mu Yuan.
"Holy Son, your progress is truly astonishing. Before long, you may really surpass these old bones of mine..."
Great Saint Mu Yuan looked at the Eastern Emperor, filled with indescribable emotion.
"But progressing too quickly isn't necessarily a good thing. You must still be cautious!" Finally, the Old Great Saint solemnly offered this heartfelt warning.
The Eastern Emperor's talent needed no further mention, but his cultivation advanced far too quickly-so quickly that it made one uneasy and alarmed.
Du Mu, that peerless genius of the Divine Race from years past, was a cautionary tale.
Although the Eastern Emperor was extraordinarily brilliant, and his combat strength was beyond anything Du Mu could compare to.
He still had to be cautious.
"Rest assured, Ancestor. I know what I'm doing. I won't act recklessly!"
Taiyi spoke with a smile.
No matter how much he wanted to grow stronger, hoping to break through rapidly and reach the very summit as soon as possible.
He had not let it go to his head. Every step he took was exceptionally steady, and he placed tremendous importance on his foundations.
That extraordinary experience of the future had benefited him immensely. It was the most precious treasure of his life, granting him, in a different way, reserves and accumulated experience beyond ordinary imagination. He had no need to deliberately spend vast amounts of time consolidating himself.
It ensured that he could continue breaking through in the shortest possible time, advancing triumphantly.
In fact, he could have pressed on in one sustained push and reached an even higher realm.