There were no shortcuts in cultivation.
Although a person's talent was extremely important, willpower and endurance were also indispensable.
Many people envied those geniuses. They had achieved the Great Saint Realm at a very young age, and some were even comparable to the older generation.
However, they only saw the glorious side of these geniuses, and did not see the hardships and sacrifices behind them.
No one could casually succeed, even if they had the support of a strong foundation. In order to obtain more, one must pay more.
At this time, the speed at which Feng Hao's physique was improving was beyond many people's imagination. However, only Elder Fen knew how much he had sacrificed.
During these days, Fenghao had been struggling on the edge of life and death every single day and every single moment. His body had been destroyed by the blue Heavenly Fire time and time again. He had almost been burnt into a pile of bones. There were a few times when his body had almost been burnt to ashes...
The Shennong Medicine Book was indeed the world's number one medicine book. It was created by the God of Nothingness using all the elixirs that existed in the world at that time as the foundation. It could cure all kinds of diseases and dispel thousands of poisons. Healing injuries was naturally not a problem, and it could even regenerate bones and flesh.
Otherwise, even if Feng Hao had great abilities, he would not have been able to temper his body under such circumstances.
He was able to take this shortcut because all the advantages and conditions were in place. However, it was also like a thousand knives scraping his bones, and the pain penetrated into his soul. With his wisdom, there were several times every day that he wanted to give up. However, when he thought of his own situation and the situation of the human race, the faith in his heart became even firmer. He passed through difficulties again and again, persevered, and persisted.
"If even he can't take that step, then who else in this world can?"
Elder Fen saw this, and his mood gradually calmed down. His worry also turned into gratification, and his heart was filled with anticipation.
He had seen too many people who could endure hardship, and there were even more people who had a strong will. However, people who were as talented as Feng Hao, and who were willing to put their lives on the line to cultivate, were rare, and could even be said to be the one and only.
Apart from Feng Hao, there was probably no one else who could enjoy such a level of cultivation. If it wasn't for the existence of the Immortal Abode, he would have been turned into a pile of ashes a long time ago.
Again and again, Feng Hao's body was burning with blue Heavenly Flames. Terrifying holes appeared on the surface of his body, and golden blood flowed out. It was an extremely terrifying sight.
He rolled on the ground and howled miserably. His voice echoed in the cave.
After a long while, he crawled on the ground. His eyes were lifeless, as if he had already fainted. Even his originally heavy breathing had become faintly discernible. The flames on his body had also become even more intense, as if his entire body had been submerged within them …
"Buzz, …"
As an earth-shaking Burning Sound rang out, the blue flames on his body slowly quietened down. What replaced them was a faint golden brilliance, giving off an extremely unique visual impact. It was as if it was real, and faintly, there was a ripple that caused one's heart to tremble.
"Huff, …"
Feng Hao sat up. His battered body was slowly recovering under the treatment of the Divine Armament Book. He opened his eyes, and a faint golden light flashed in them. He did not rejoice. Instead, he slightly furrowed his brows and muttered, "It's already been four days. Why haven't I reached greater mastery?"
In the blink of an eye, another month had passed. Every day, he would go through life and death tempering again and again. Feng Hao's physique had already been tempered to the point that it was as tough as steel, reaching an unimaginable level. Four days ago, his Supreme Demon Sealing Art had already reached the peak of 90%.
However, four days had already passed. During this period of time, he'd experienced countless life and death situations, yet he hadn't improved at all. He'd always been restrained at ninety percent of his cultivation, and it was difficult for him to break through the shackles and take that final step.
This made him feel vexed. He was a little conflicted, and he could not figure out what the problem was.
Logically speaking, this kind of tempering between life and death was definitely the most effective and fastest. However, there were no signs of a breakthrough after four days. This meant that there must be a reason that he did not know.
"This shouldn't be because there isn't enough tempering …"
Elder Fen gave a conclusion after days of observation.
In his opinion, Feng Hao's physique had already reached perfection, and there was indeed no room for improvement. Therefore, if he wanted to reach greater mastery of the Supreme Demon Sealing Art, he could no longer find the reason through tempering his body.
"Yes."
Feng Hao nodded in agreement. His eyes were filled with doubt as he muttered, "What exactly is the reason? What is it that I'm still missing?"
"This … you'll have to figure it out yourself."
Elder Fen hesitated for a moment before anxiously reminding him, "Kid, there are only three pieces of Divine Source left. If we don't leave the Heaven Fire Region, we won't be able to last more than a few days."
"Three pieces."
Feng Hao's brows were tightly knitted together. After a long while, he slowly stood up. "Looks like it's time to leave."
Although the Supreme Demon Sealing Art had not been tempered to greater mastery, he had managed to raise it from 40% to 90% in just over two months. This was already an unimaginably large improvement.
He knew his own situation well. Although it was like a hellish tempering where death was better than living, his life was not truly in danger because of the Immortal Mansion.
It was a pity that the Immortal Mansion was not under his control. Otherwise, if he could control a divine object like the Immortal Mansion, he would be like a tiger that had grown wings.
However, it was all just wishful thinking. He did not even understand why the Immortal Mansion would automatically enter his mind. How could he control the Immortal Mansion?
Unless one day, he understood the reason why the Immortal Mansion had entered his mind. Perhaps then, he would be able to control the Immortal Mansion.
However, right now, he did not have to consider the Immortal Mansion, but how to safely leave the Heaven Fire Region.
Although he did not see it, he could imagine what kind of scene was waiting for him outside.
The Overlord Sky Saint would definitely not give up. There might be countless big nets waiting for him outside. If he was not careful, he would be consigned to eternal damnation.
Perhaps, there might even be Supreme Elders at the Peak of the Great Saint Realm.
This was what worried him the most.
"It's impossible to escape to the Central Region with just three pieces of Divine Source."
He was not in a hurry to leave. Instead, he thought about his escape route.
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