Lěng Wúchén had survived, and his hatred for the Necropolis Sovereign had festered and morphed into something far more sinister.
When all this happened, he was a weakling, and he could do nothing against the overpowered Necropolis Sovereign.
With vengeance in his heart, he had sworn to shed his weakness at all costs. He had searched the continent for power, and the heavens looked favorably on his cause, for they allowed him to find an inheritance from a cultivator that had belonged to the now-gone Lion Jade Sect.
Lěng Wúchén had then stayed in the mountains and cultivated under the harshest conditions possible. He had taken the earth as his bed and the heavens as his blanket. He had not rested except for when it became absolutely necessary. He had cultivated beneath waterfalls and even used cliffs as his punching bags.