Three months later.

Yang Ye gazed at the tree 300m ahead that was riddled with holes. A sword was floating before him, yet he just stared fixedly at the tree.

At a certain moment in time, Yang Ye’s eyes focused, and then a ‘swish’ resounded. The sword before him left a string of afterimages behind as it instantly shot into the tree.

“Five breaths of time!” Yang Ye took a deep breath, and then he shook his head. After three months of ceaseless cultivation, his ...