Shaking his head, he suppressed these impossible fantasies and once again set out on a journey of cultivation in the void.
There was no clear destination, not even a direction—he just wandered aimlessly in the void, drifting farther and farther from the Primal Spirit Realm.
Time flew by, and before he knew it, more than a hundred years had passed.
If Li Zhirui hadn't kept track of the time in silence, he might have forgotten exactly how long it had been.
In the meantime, he went through many battles—some won, some lost—but none of them truly helped his cultivation.
Li Zhirui's current predicament was hitting a bottleneck!
In fact, he had encountered this bottleneck long before—he just hadn't expected that after all he'd been through, it would remain immovable, stalwartly blocking his way.
It was like an indestructible copper wall, impossible to break through!
