Time flew by. Another half a month had passed.
Fifteen years had passed since the Sundial had been activated.
Zhang Ruochen pushed open the door and walked out of an apricot courtyard northwest of the Governor's Manor of Enchanton. The sunlight fell on his face, making him feel warm and comfortable.
On this ice and snow planet, enjoying the sunlight was a luxury. It could only be seen a dozen days a year.
He had secluded himself for 15 years and broken 99 shackles in him.
He was only one shackle away from reaching the Great Perfection stage of the Hundred-Shackle Realm. At that time, his Demigod-level physique would no longer be restricted. His divine power would be vast, and his blood and Qi would be shocking. His cultivation and strength would definitely enter a brand new world.
The injury to the Sainthood Source had completely recovered.