As a notorious disgrace to Great Grandmasters, Thousand Faces had always believed his potential went beyond this. The Demon Cult had merely delayed his cultivation, and he had yet to find a way to unlock that potential.
After joining the Dragon Subjugation Lineage, Thousand Faces felt like a fish entering the ocean, a bird soaring into azure skies, free at last of cages and nets!
After returning from Divine Dragon Island, Thousand Faces had quietly advanced to the peak of the Middle Dharma Form Realm!
Had the world learned of this, everyone would certainly have been astonished.
In truth, Thousand Faces had long since ceased to be a disgrace to Great Grandmasters. But prejudice was a mountain in people's hearts, and many still refused to acknowledge his strength.
Thousand Faces had never given up on himself. After bitterness came sweetness, and he felt he deserved all of it.
But at this moment, Thousand Faces felt the winds and clouds converge, Heaven's Mandate upon him. Suddenly, the bottleneck in his cultivation began to loosen. Then, before he knew it, he was in the late Dharma Form Realm.
Such progress left even Thousand Faces, whose Dao heart had always been firm and whose confidence in himself was unwavering, rather bewildered.
"I thought I deserved better, but am I really this good?"
Thousand Faces questioned his life.
He had actually been quite satisfied to reach the peak of the Middle Dharma Form Realm. As for the late Dharma Form Realm, he had thought that was something he would only need to consider three years from now, at the earliest.
Never had he imagined that while he sat at home, cultivation would fall from the sky.
"What exactly did I do? Or did my honored master do something? No, that doesn't make sense. Right