Ling Han sat in his courtyard. He was thinking over some matters.
Entering into the Netherworld was something he had been forced to do. He had no wish to be constantly hunted down by one, or even a whole group, of Saints. Now that he had entered the Netherworld, he should make some plans and decide on his next course of action.
The eternally unchanging plan was naturally increasing his own abilities.
Reaching this height in cultivation level, even if he was the Alchemy Emperor, and could ingest high-grade alchemical pills like they were candy, his advance through the cultivation levels would still be extremely slow. Going by the usual route, he would need at least 100 years before he could advance by one sub-minor level.
This clearly was much too slow. Merely advancing into the Genesis Tier would need over 1,000 years, what more blasting into the Celestial Realm, which would need him to be a Great Saint at least—a Great Saint that had merged the Regulations of the two Realms.
