And yet, in just twenty short years, he had used the terrifying efficiency of the Ten-Complete Hand, along with the massive resources he had previously plundered, to forcibly build his Indestructible Projection—the Immortal Tower—from a mere few light-years upon first reaching the Constant Star level to its current, terrifying scale of thirty thousand light-years.
'Based on my current cultivation speed, if I use up all the remaining resources in my possession, I should be able to expand the Immortal Tower to around seventy thousand, or even eighty thousand light-years.'
This rate of progress far surpassed anyone's imagination.
Qin Feng was drawing ever closer to the one-hundred-thousand-light-year mark, the symbol of Great Perfection at the Constant Star level.
However, Qin Feng's sights were set far beyond mere 'Perfection'.
'However, one hundred thousand light-years isn't the limit. It's just the minimum standard for condensing one's Mental Power into its golden form.'
