In short, these three hundred years have not been wasted. Zheng Yi gradually arranged everything, transforming it into what he required.
"Three hundred years of waiting, finally not in vain..."
In the Outer Celestial Heaven of the void, Zheng Yi sat cross-legged in meditation, his surroundings a swirling chaos, as if in a time and space where heaven and earth had yet to open, and all things were silent.
He had kept his eyes closed, but at this moment suddenly opened them, emitting two rays of brilliance that swept out in a stream of golden light, spreading into the distance.
He lifted his head, as if through the endless void he could see a blood-red eye as large as a planet, and instantly his eyes flashed with dazzling light deep within them.
Worthy of the three hundred years he spent in difficult cultivation and slow torment, as of today, his expectations were finally realized.
