During this past month, Tang Wulin had reaped many bountiful rewards. He'd broken his ninth Golden Dragon King seal, separated his soul power and bloodline power, progressed to become a Saint Blacksmith, and learned to control his body.

This one month of training had allowed him to make all of his efforts in the past few years come into fruition.

More than four years had already passed from his trip to the Star Luo Empire to this point. During these four years, his dragon burial and demonic island military training had both been processes of accumulation for him. A strong foundation was the key to rapid future progression; only after this experience did he realize just how powerful he'd become.

After returning to the inner court, he went straight to Gu Yue's wooden cabin filled with hope in his heart. He wasn't hoping that Gu Yue had come back. He was only hoping that she would've...