Time passed quickly and quietly like a running creek.

The raging demon Qi that had covered the mountain ranges in the Realm of a Thousand Devastations had already scattered and dissipated thanks to the sealing of the spatial rift and the purging of the starlight.

Nie Tian had already spent half a month sitting atop that mountain peak.

During this time, as the sectmasters of the Yang Sect and the Yin Sect, Li Muyang and Xing Huanyue never left Nie Tian’s side, but rather guarded him silently.

However, even though Nie Tian had exhausted all methods, he hadn’t been able to get the scrolls they desired out of the bellies of the mountain peaks.

Later, he had suspected that it might be his poor cultivation base that was stopping him from succeeding, so he refocused on practicing cultivation and tempering his spiritual sea with all kinds of materials.

About ten days passed. Practicing silently, he suddenly had a feeling that the vortexes of spiritual power within his spiritual sea had all reached their breakthrough points.

Then, as soon as he sensed that his spiritual power had built up to the critical point, he...