Wang Lin took a deep breath. In these 4 years, he had reached the peak of Qi Condensation in 2 years. He spent the remaining years trying to reach foundation building, but didn’t have any success.
But because he kept trying to break into Foundation Building, the gap between his real body and his cultivation level became a lot smaller. Instead of looking like he was at the 3rd layer, he now looked like he was at the 8th layer.
Wang Lin muttered, “Foundation Building…” His eyes flashed as he made a decision. He slapped his bag of holding and a very extravagant looking flying sword came out. It circled around him once before stopping in front of him.
Wang Lin stepped onto the flying sword. His body moved and disappeared in a beam of light.
All of the beasts lying on the ground finally relaxed a bit and quickly scattered.