Jiang Yang had already spent several thousand years at the Fourth Step.
The path of cultivation stretched on and on, and the years flew like a shuttle.
Over those thousands of years, he had raised his strength little by little. Every step he took had been incomparably solid.
No power could be attained in a single bound. In some novels from the previous civilization, protagonists gained the power to destroy heaven and earth in a mere ten or twenty years. To him, that was unimaginable.
Progress in individual cultivation, especially for a trailblazer walking at the very forefront, took no less time than climbing the technological tree. On the contrary, it took even longer.
Standing atop Mount Tai, Jiang Yang felt the vastness of the same sun, moon, and stars.
The starry nights at the poles were magnificent and varied, and the starry sky above Mount Tai was just as majestic.
He pondered how to cross the threshold of the Fifth Step.
When he broke through to the Fourth Step, he had looked back into the past and walked upon the boundless river of history.
The Flame Law had opened itself to him, and he had inscribed the Hymn of Glory.
Now, he could already feel the perfection of the Fourth Step. He had mastered the Flame Law and could summon towering infernos with a thought.
As for the Divine Core brimming with corrupting power, he tempered his will against it at every moment.
His will kept growing stronger. What was like poison to other members of the Divine Clan was nothing more than a tool for honing himself in his hands.
The sun rose in the east and set in the west.
Time passed day by day.
Jiang Yang stood motionless on the summit, his eyes closed.
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