"Let's not worry about those distant matters, when will you be able to break through to the Ninth Level of Yuqing Daoji, my disciple?"
Gu Wen introspected his Qi Sea and saw a circle of pure white ground appear in the previously empty space, which he estimated to be a hundred zhang in diameter.
[At the Ninth Level of Yuqing Daoji, the Immortal Platform condenses, ten thousand zhang to completion]
At the Ninth Level, the Heavenly Marrow could only slightly accelerate the speed of the Immortal Platform's condensation, without providing a way to ascend instantly.
He replied, "It can be achieved within ten years."
In one year, he had progressed from the First Level to the Eighth. Yet, stepping into the Ninth Level, the realm of becoming an Immortal, he knew it would take ten times as long.
"Worthy of being my disciple."
Qingcang didn't skimp on praise, then pulled Gu Wen outside and handed him the hoe from the courtyard.
