Time flies swiftly by, and twenty years have passed.
At Golden Roc Peak, the door to a certain secret chamber opened, and Shen Long walked out, his brows deeply furrowed.
He had spent twenty years in closed-door cultivation, focusing earnestly, yet his cultivation had stagnated, stuck at a bottleneck.
Bottlenecks are something every cultivator must face, and they vary from person to person. He had not expected to be stuck at a bottleneck again, uncertain of how to resolve it.
A thunderous roar that was deafening to the ears surrounded him, prompting an idea, and he strode out.
Outside, he saw two enormous thunderclouds floating above Golden Roc Peak, with thunder crashing and thick silver lightning bolts slicing through the sky, heading straight for Golden Roc Peak.
Some Gold-Winged Fire Ants were undergoing their tribulation, attempting to advance to the third tier.