Before he could display the grandeur of a Great Cultivator, he was slain by the Sun Family Ancestor's sword.
Thoughts flashing through his mind, Su Mu didn't have the luxury to lament the Tao Family's Second Ancestor. His mouth moved awkwardly as he breathed in and out, wholeheartedly imitating the Flood Dragon's every move.
Time slipped away in this manner, in the blink of an eye, a night was over, and the winter sun began to rise as the night faded away.
Su Mu emerged from the divine aura of the ancient scroll. After stretching lazily, he felt his stomach sticking to his back, hunger crashing over him like a tidal wave, as though possessed by a starving ghost.
"So hungry, but... that's a good thing!"
Su Mu knew that the greater his hunger after enlightenment, the closer he was to successful comprehension.
"Better go eat something first."
