The external world was tumultuous, but Qing Yu had guessed as much and had long since stopped caring.
In this world, strength ultimately speaks loudest. With sufficient power, solutions are never lacking.
Time passed swiftly, much like a fleeting steed. In the blink of an eye, another Mid-Autumn Festival arrived. It had been nearly a year since Qing Yu began his seclusion.
During this year, Qing Yu practiced day and night and was finally nearing the end of his closed-door cultivation.
One day, the Dragon Essence in his hands, which resembled a miniature sun, finally extinguished all its brilliance, dissolving into nothingness.
This resulted in Qing Yu possessing an unparalleled power.
"Golden Core ninth revolution, it has cost so much," Qing Yu, feeling the surging True Qi inside him, expressed with a hint of sentiment.
