Chapter 12: Waste of Natural Resources
Cultivate!
Cultivate!
I’m going to cultivate!
Lu Ye didn’t care at all whether Chu Ling lived or died. If she died, then so be it.
His current thoughts were entirely focused on cultivation—he would ignore everyone else and surpass them all in one breath, reaching a height that those women would never be able to reach.
That way, no one would bother him anymore.
Time would erase all past karma.
Height would bury all regrets.
His Saint Core grew more radiant every moment, spinning and expanding relentlessly.
True essence was compressed, compressed, and compressed again.
He wanted to make his foundation as solid as possible—one step weak, every step weak; one step strong, every step strong.
At this moment, he felt someone’s presence outside the room.