Ling Han continued to comprehend the fundamental element of creation.
This time, he was really trying to seek survival in the crevice. He made use of the mutual repulsion between the two great factors, and from there, comprehended the essence of creation bit by bit.
His speed was overwhelmingly slow.
But no matter how slow it was, it was still improvement.
What Ling Han had to do was to race with the old Divine Beast, and in the case of the old Divine Beast, it would still need a very, very long time to dig out the Cave of Death. He could still afford the time.
One million years, two million years, three million years… On this Imperial Island, it was as if the passing of time had not brought about any change. The cultivation levels of the Great Emperors had long since stopped improving. Their purpose here was to delay the old Divine Beast.
There were only a few exceptions.
