Build High Walls, Stockpile Grain, Bide Your Time Before Claiming the Throne

A thousand years after the drought disaster began to intensify, the temperature finally started to decline gradually. Yet the cooling took far longer than anyone had imagined.

The shelter floated upon the sea of magma, weathering three thousand years of vast changes.

Time flowed ten times faster in the Stomach World. After thirty thousand years had passed, many cultivators had forgotten what Xiangxiang once looked like. The newer generation had no concept of it at all.

The Jailer Hall was no longer what it had once been.

When the temperature of the magma sea plummeted to around three thousand degrees, the odds of damage to the shelter greatly decreased. Seeing this, Ren Qing stopped paying attention to the shelter's affairs.

He only occasionally checked on the Stomach World, focusing all his attention on the Three Pure Heavens and striving to bring himself closer to the Heavenly Dao.

Ren Qing had no idea how to break through to the Heavenly Dao. He did not even possess a vague notion of it. But after cultivating the Three Pure Heavens, he could at least feel his body and soul continually improving.

He was like a traveler scaling a towering mountain, lost amid a sky full of wind and snow.

Ren Qing only knew that he had to climb upward. As for where the summit lay, or whether danger awaited along the path, he had no way of knowing.

Without the Information Flow to point out the road ahead, Ren Qing had briefly felt lost.

But he quickly calmed down. Even with the Three Dao Ancestors pressing down above him, as long as he could keep progressing, he would one day stand atop the heights and see all mountains beneath him.

Ren Qing became even more focused on cultivation. Once the magma's temperature fell