Bloodthirsty Sect territory, southwest direction, more than a hundred miles away.
A tunneling light flew from afar, eventually landing on top of a small mountain, where Ye Fangxian stood proudly, his figure slowly materializing from within.
That day, due to the piercing white light, he was on the brink of death, nearly losing his life on the spot.
Such a horrifying injury, if inflicted on an ordinary person, would have killed them countless times, yet Ye Fangxian had taken nearly five years to fully recover.
Ordinarily, being harmed to such a degree by an unseen enemy would leave one unable to recover.
As a once-in-a-century genius, after constantly hypnotizing himself, the years of recuperation not only completely healed his injuries but also significantly enhanced his combat power.
Every defeat made him stronger—this saying he often repeated seemed to be true and not entirely a boast.
