Fang Wang didn't know when he had slipped into a state of self-forgetfulness. In his eyes, there was no Biyou Island, no world, only the Heavenly Gang Saint Body Technique, True Combat Technique, and the Yin Yang Xuan Ming Zhen Gong, which were constantly revolving before him, piecing together into new Cultivation Techniques.
With the existence of the Heavenly Palace, each time he created a new Technique, he didn't cultivate it but cast it aside to start anew.
Again and again, in this way.
Then, one day.
He was jolted awake, feeling as if the world was spinning before his eyes. By the time he came to his senses, he was already inside the Heavenly Palace.
Fang Wang felt somewhat dazed, but after calming himself for a while, a smile appeared on his face.
He had finally succeeded!
"No wonder the sages of ancient times spent a thousand autumns reaching enlightenment, creating these Cultivation Techniques far more difficult than cultivating them."