Six full months had seamlessly vanished into the chronological flow of the mountain peak.
Inside the private sanctuary of the master's quarters, Ethan slowly exhaled a dense, freezing cloud of pure Yin vapor. For half a year, his daily operational routine had been a relentless, unbridled feast of high-tier feminine essence. Day after day, his Great Amethyst Devourer lineage had devoured the core pathways of the wealthiest, most influential women of the region, fundamentally expanding his structural capacity to its absolute limit.
The astronomical success of the Immortal Doctor's Pavilion had completely rewritten the geopolitical balance of the entire frontier. The sheer volume of high-level Golden Core cultivators residing on this specific peak had grown to a terrifying, unprecedented density. In a brief span of six months, Ethan's territory had violently skyrocketed from the dead-last position in the sect's official performance logs straight to the undisputed first place.
