"Farewell, Master!"
The will of the heavens bowed again.
After ensuring the purple-robed shadow had left, he slowly stood up, gazing at the essence of the myriad worlds around, his eyes flickering with a sharp glint, lost in thought.
Had his inner greed truly been dispelled?
Of course not!
"If I absorb the essence of these myriad worlds, my cultivation could at least break through to the Peak of the Dao Saint Realm..."
The will of the heavens murmured, eyes full of madness.
He was tempted!
Peak of the Dao Saint Realm!
After his resurrection this time, his realm had fallen back to the early stage of the Dao Saint Realm. Normally, it would take at least billions of years to cultivate to the mid-stage.
"But two hundred years..."
Just as his inner greed was about to consume reason, he regained clarity. Less than two hundred years was far too short, not enough time for him to fully absorb the essence.
Moreover.
