On the seabed northwest of Poison Fang Mountain, Han Hao sat quietly alone.
Over the past two years, he had led that band of Godhunters around the Chaos Lands, devouring several Upper Gods who cultivated death power and finally raising his strength to the Upper God Middle Stage. Besides his progress in death power, he had also made astonishing advances in his Demonic Cultivation Art.
Because of his unusual form of life, his realm in the Demonic Cultivation Art was difficult to determine. Like the Black Dragon Gilbert, his divine power contained properties of the Demonic Cultivation Art. What made him superior to Gilbert was his clear understanding of all its methods. Coupled with his astonishing intelligence, this had finally allowed him to forge a unique path of cultivation of his own.
A few days earlier, through that subordinate of Saras, he had gauged his approximate strength. He was confident that even against an Upper God Late Stage deity, he could win by exploiting the advantage of also practicing the Demonic Cultivation Art.
On the seabed, Han Hao did not gather death element to cultivate. Instead, he stilled his mind, entering a wondrous state of emptiness without thought.
Within him, the power formed from the fusion of death divine power and Demonic Essence flowed slowly. When he relaxed completely, he could feel his cultivation accelerating and could more readily find that "feeling."
After spending five days on the seabed, Han Hao gradually forgot everything, including himself...
Fish, shrimp, and all manner of strange sea creatures passed beside him as though they had not seen him. Han Hao seemed to have merged with the sea and become part of the ocean, a current of water, a rock unchanged since time immemorial.
That day, Han Hao's soul suddenly stirred, jolting him awake