The journey between worlds was rarely peaceful.
This time, it was worse.
The teleportation array hurled them into a long chain of spatial relays prepared by the Immortal Court and reinforced by the Martial Fist King Sect. Even so, traversing that distance required weeks of drifting through layered telerportations channels that crossed pocket spaces, and sealed transit domains that could only be used by the Immortal Court. Time itself felt distorted, stretching and compressing in strange ways.
For Meng Bai, it became six months of hell that he had willingly invited.
From the very first day after departure, Meng Bai imposed a brutal routine upon himself.
There were no excuses.
No delays.
No "tomorrow."
Every single day began with cultivation before the others even woke.
