Time passed.
Three months slipped by in a flash.
It was now deep winter, bitterly cold, with temperatures even lower than last year. Though the snowfall was light, water froze the moment it dripped.
The abnormal cold threatened the survival of the lowest-ranking Yao People, forcing them into prolonged hibernation to withstand the winter.
With far fewer Yao People able to move about, the entire Black Mountain Demon Stockade suddenly grew desolate.
That day, after cultivation ended.
Su Changsheng emerged from his breathing exercises and slowly exhaled a cloud of white vapor. Then, with a thought, he sent streams of flame surging from his Spinal Snake Bone, instantly clearing away all the frost that had formed over his body.
"The weather just keeps getting colder."
"Counting the days, we should be in the seventeenth year now. The Seventeen-Year Cicada..."
Su Changsheng sighed.
He looked at his panel.
Cultivation methods: Black Tortoise Breathing Method · Green Snake, proficient 29000/50000; White Snake Advanced Breathing Method, beginner 1000/10000 Dao of Alchemy: initial understanding 9800/10000 Survival Points: 3700
For the past three months, he had devoted himself entirely to his cultivation methods. He had made some gains in tempering his five internal organs and transforming the five qi, and his Yao Body had grown further.
It was gradually approaching the forty-meter limit.
He had absorbed most of the growth and benefits brought by his advancement to the eighth level. Another two or three months should see them completely digested.
Though far from easy, the rewards had been substantial.
An Eighth-Level Overlord, the Path of Myth-with every step forward, his strength underwent earth-shaking changes. That growth was tangible and unmistakable.
It truly captivated him.
If not for all sorts of outside interference, Su Changsheng would have loved to cultivate like this forever.
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