In the next few days, Huang Xiaolong locked himself up in cultivation. He waited patiently for the arrival of the various experts.

During the time he spent in the Purple Clouds Sea, Huang Xiaolong didn’t neglect his cultivation.

With his cultivation speed, he should be able to enter the peak of the mid-Ninth Tribulation half-True Saint Realm in a year.

Right now, his three saint godheads were constantly evolving as the Holy Mandate Imprint sucked in the source energy of the Holy World at a terrifying speed. Of course, everything played a part in his rapid increase in strength.

As he sat in the middle of the courtyard, the Holy Mandate Imprint on his forehead flashed continuously. The source energy of the Holy World poured into him like a never-ending flood, and holy light surrounded...