The years pass silently, slipping away quietly.
Another five Primordial Assemblies.
Zhang Clan Ancestral Land.
A figure in a white robe sits atop the Cloud Platform, the aura around his body silently transforming.
At the center of his brow, a Dao Seed, like a star in the night, flows with Dao Rhyme, faintly surrounded by the radiance of the Taiyin star, approaching a state of Perfection.
The Taiyin chill surrounding his body becomes warm and mellow, yet hides endless sharpness.
Chen Sheng opens his eyes slightly, retracted sharpness inside, feeling a sense of exhilaration:
"My Dao has advanced further, the fourth decline is enough to break through!"
"Compared to my estimates, it's ten times faster!"
Initially, he anticipated breaking through in fifty Primordial Assemblies, ensuring he wouldn't fall into a script of "a prodigy fallen" or "a road to Dao cut short."
Unexpectedly, with the opportunities of the Vast Continent, he achieved his goal much earlier.
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