"Although I still have one more Martial Arts Retrospection chance, I can reserve it for a life-saving moment. If I squander both, and encounter some accident while climbing the mountain, I can only wait for death. Forget it, since I've already come, might as well make a concerted effort and try to fill my Qi Sea, to condense forty-eight thousand True Gang Stones and see what happens."
Previously, Lu Chenzhou had been curious—what would happen if he truly managed to condense forty-eight thousand True Gang Stones?
But such a feat was unprecedented.
Even the Eternal Immortals and the Dragon King, mighty as they were, had only reached thirty-six thousand.
Now, as long as he could get out safely, he no longer cared how much time it would take.
If he truly could forge an unparalleled Super Magic Robe, missing that golden period could be compensated for.
With his strength, he could always find a treasure to restore his Qi-Blood to its peak.
...
On some nameless day, month, and year.
