The imperial edict from the Celestial Emperor told Wang Lin to meet him in the imperial city, but it didn’t give a date, so Wang Lin naturally wouldn’t go immediately.

In a flash, three years passed.

In these three years, Wang Lin created a cave under the vast desert of the Meng Earth Continent. He sat there and comprehended all the insight he had gained from fighting the Devil Dao Sect's old ancestor.

After three years under the desert, Wang Lin opened his eyes. His eyes looked like they contained the stars.

“Due to my cultivation level without the soul armor, at most my punch can only contain nine spells.” Wang Lin raised his right hand before him and squeezed. Muffled rumbles came from his palm.

“Even so, my punch is much stronger than it was three years ago. If I were to face the Devil Dao Sect ancestor again without the soul armor, I could match his first punch!”

When Wang Lin faced the Devil Dao Sect's old ancestor’s first punch, he was forced back three steps. Now, after three years, although this cultivation level remained the same, his battle strength...