A month passed.
Wei Wuyin cultivated quietly within his chambers, his thoughts clear as he comprehended the cultivation manual named Saber. Surrounding his body was saber light that flashed endlessly, created out of the world's essence. While his normal cultivation was hijacked and driven by his Astral Souls, he still required to train in various spiritual spells, formations, arrays, and arts.
Since his talk with Tuo Bihan, he had a lot of free time under the guise of recovery. Despite the tsunami-like surging wave of news that swept the starfield of his potential Emperor Alchemist level abilities, he wasn't bothered by anyone. Even Tuo Bihan was quite accepting, merely verifying the truth of his abilities and acting on his own. There was no urgent ushering of Wei Wuyin to delve into concocting products that could help the production of Realmlords or anything of that nature.
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