The Power of Time

After three months, Cui Heng's cultivation realm had improved a little. More stars condensed in his apertures.

When Pei Qingshu first saw him, he even felt that he was looking up at a boundless starry sky. It was as if the person standing in front of him was not a human, but a vast universe.

Compared to such a vast universe, he was really extremely small and insignificant.

"Congratulations, Master. Your cultivation has improved again." Pei Qingshu bowed.

"It's just a small improvement." Cui Heng nodded slightly and smiled. "The Yellow Heaven Sect is developing at a high speed now. Why did you suddenly come over?"

"Master, it's like this…" Pei Qingshu explained, "The number of disciples of the Yellow Heaven Sect is increasing, and the sources of information are becoming wider and wider. I obtained some information from some of the disciples. It's three ancient ruins."