The Man’s Decree – Chapter 5739

Inside the tower, where one outside hour stretched into days, his cultivation turned frenzied.

Pills dissolved on his tongue like peppermint, torrents of spiritual veins were siphoned straight into his core, and relies packed with broken laws cracked apart under sheer absorption.

His body became a bottomless furnace, devouring matter, energy, even the faint shimmer of time itself.

The memory of his crushing defeat lashed him forward. Each imagined swing from Soul Devourer's blade stoked his drive. The illusion that he was already fearsome had been obliterated. In its place burned a lucid, almost desperate hunger for higher cultivation levels.

Moments, or perhaps weeks, whirred by in that warped chamber, sand slipping through an unseen cosmic hourglass. Then, deep in the tower's heart, a roar of power erupted. Ether howled, walls vibrated, and swirling clouds of light spun into a tempest.