That's not necessarily a bad thing... but if that happens, it will be impossible to improve through your own training in the future. Basically, you'll be completely bound to the power of the evil god, and you can only improve by relying on the power of the evil god.
Su Han hoped that the power of the evil god would help him climb to the peak as quickly as possible, but he did not want the evil god's power to turn against him and become his only means of becoming stronger.
Because his immortal body had taken initial shape, Su Han's cultivation endurance was much stronger this time. Moreover, he didn't need food at all in the misty space. He only needed to cultivate and rest, and continue cultivating after his energy was restored.
Time passed slowly, and Su Han spent a full six months in the Cultivation Month before he could fully digest the boost brought by the Evil God's power.
"As expected, my talent is really mediocre." A bitter smile appeared on Su Han's face. He originally planned to digest it in three months... but it took twice as long as he expected.
"However... it doesn't matter, there's the Misty Space. As long as I put in more effort than others, my progress will definitely surpass those geniuses."
Su Han gritted his teeth; he knew he was just an ordinary person.
He trained for six months in the deserted Cultivation Month. Even though he could freely change his surroundings to bring a sense of novelty, the loneliness was indeed very torturous.
Su Han was able to persevere simply because he told himself that if he couldn't even endure this loneliness, then he shouldn't even think about climbing to the top.
Fortunately... he persevered in the end.
After leaving the misty space, Su Han released his wooden clone, compared his cultivation results, and immediately nodded in satisfaction.
"As expected... the cultivation results are the same. Then I'll cultivate at home from now on."
After letting out a sigh of relief, Su Han hurried towards home.
Su Zhu had already arrived home. Upon hearing the door open, she immediately went to the living room and saw Su Han, who looked travel-worn. A fleeting look of heartache and relief crossed her face, but she was also a little puzzled. Although it had only been half a day since she last saw him, she felt that Su Han seemed to have changed a lot.
However, Su Zhu didn't ask. She paused briefly, then smiled and asked, "Have you finished eating?"
"No." Su Han gave Su Zhu a big smile.
The food had already been prepared, and Su Zhu heated it up for Su Han. After eating, Su Han went back to her room, took a shower, and lay down on the bed.
Just as Su Han was pondering whether he should continue cultivating, he suddenly noticed an anomaly in the misty space.
"What is this feeling?" Su Han's eyes flickered, realizing something. With a thought, he entered the misty space.
...
Mist rises, the palace remains silent and eternal.
Whitebeard sat quietly in his seat, and now only he and Zhang Sanfeng were present in the hall. Uchiha Madara was very busy; apart from occasionally venturing into the misty space to check the situation, he spent most of his time in the real world.
The blue moon above the mist emitted a faint glow, and then Tony Stark stepped out from it.
He sat down in his chair, his voice tinged with delight, "Indeed... the Cultivation Moon isn't just for cultivation. You can also conduct all sorts of scientific research there!"
"That's amazing. With the Cultivation Month, I might only need one month in reality to make my technology surpass that of the Avengers in the first game."
One month in reality? That means thirty years of research within the cultivation of the moon.
Whitebeard stared silently at Tony Stark; he was a ruthless man. Even now, Whitebeard was only in his sixties or seventies. Thirty years… that was already half of his life.
Suddenly, mist began to swirl around a bronze chair.
"...What is this?" Zhang Sanfeng asked, somewhat puzzled.
"Maybe someone else has come in again!" Whitebeard said dismissively.
“But,” Zhang Sanfeng paused for a moment and then hesitated, “I remember that spot… was empty at first.”
Tony Stark's pupils contracted sharply, and he turned around to find a tall figure shrouded in mist sitting quietly there.
He looked around, somewhat puzzled and wary. "Where am I? Why am I here?"
"Wait! Have I been ambushed... AFO, is this your doing?"
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Chapter 51 The Strongest Hero, the Symbol of Peace
"AFO? What's that?" Tony Stark raised an eyebrow, his sharp tongue resurfacing. "You might as well say UFO, at least I know that's an alien spaceship."
“You, no,” the man shrouded in mist realized something. He first glanced at the group shrouded in mist, then looked down at himself, who was also shrouded in mist, his expression grave. “It doesn’t seem to be that guy’s doing… But what kind of quirk is this? I’ve never heard of it before.”
"This is a place of mist, separate from all the heavens and the worlds," Su Han's cold, eerie voice suddenly came.
Everyone paused, turning to look at the top of the hall. Sure enough, they found Su Han silently appearing on the high-backed chair, quietly looking down at them, as if he had always been there.
“Your Excellency Speaker of the Council,” Zhang Sanfeng paused for a moment, then took a deep breath, his expression serious, and spoke first, “Thank you for giving me further inspiration before… I secluded myself for a full ten years during the Cultivation Month, and have now successfully broken through to the next level.”
"Hahaha," after laughing a few times, Zhang Sanfeng's face showed a carefree expression. "Speaking of which... if it weren't for you creating the Moon of Cultivation, even if I had seized this opportunity for breakthrough in the real world, I might have been old and dead ten years later."
“…I feel that even if I die, you won’t die.” The white-bearded man looked at Zhang Sanfeng with a complicated expression.
Although Zhang Sanfeng is nearly a hundred years old, thirty or forty years older than Whitebeard—a whole generation older—Whitebeard feels… he can't outlive Zhang Sanfeng…
Su Han didn't speak; he simply gazed quietly at the newlyweds.
Through the mist, he saw a blond man with an American comic book-like appearance. His muscles bulged, and although he was smiling, his eyes were very wary.
He already knew who it was, and said calmly, "Symbol of peace, All Might... Welcome."
“It seems you’re in charge of this place.” All Might’s voice was deep and his face serious. “It doesn’t seem like AFO, but… the atmosphere here is so strange. You’re not some enemy organization, are you?”
After a brief silence, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.
Tony Stark's face gradually contorted, clearly struggling to hold it in. Finally, he slapped the back of his chair and burst into laughter. "I told you before, the Mist Space's appearance makes them look like a villainous organization. See, even the newcomers think so."