Chen Xuan personally sent Xiaoqi to closed-door training.
Although Ning Xin accompanied him, he still set up several arrays and left a trace of spiritual power here.
After finishing all this, he went to the study and began cultivation.
He had been so busy lately that he had no ti to comprehend the space seed.
The progress had been stuck at 35/100 for so ti.
Chen Xuan’s gaze fell on the panel, his expression sowhat complicated.
"I wonder what changes will occur after comprehending all 100?"
He muttered softly.
According to the system’s nature, it wouldn’t just end at comprehending 100.
There must be sothing else.
"Hoo—"
He let out a long breath, put away the system, and then chuckled lightly.
Thinking too much now is of no use; I’ll know when the ti cos.
He slowly closed his eyes and began to delve into understanding.
In his sea of consciousness, the crescent-shaped seed emitted a faint white light, only revealing its peculiarity when Chen Xuan truly contemplated it.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, the crescent-shaped seed burst forth with dazzling white brilliance.
Scenes related to the rule of space appeared one after another.
...
Ti passed, and five days had gone by in a flash.
In the study, Chen Xuan, who was contemplating the rule of space, suddenly opened his eyes.
"Good lad, finally about to undergo the Spirit Tribulation."
Chen Xuan instantly laughed heartily, then stepped into the air.
The Spirit Tribulation in the void had already begun to form.
"Greetings, Lord Xuan King."
Fang Yu arrived at his side at this mont and bowed slightly.
"No need!"
Chen Xuan smiled and then directed his gaze into the void.
With his extre sensitivity to space, he didn’t need to rely on telepathy to roughly see the situation within the storm’s eye.
anwhile, Fang Yu looked in the direction where Qin Ke was in closed-door training, his expression full of envy.
So quickly entering Spirit Tribulation!
"Yours isn’t far off either, is it?"
Chen Xuan looked at him and said softly.
"I owe it all to Lord Xuan King, otherwise I’d still be lingering in the Zhongnan Prefecture, living out my last days."
Recalling it all, Fang Yu almost couldn’t believe it.
So surreal.
"Your diligent service is the greatest reward for this king."
Chen Xuan said calmly.
He was a very practical person, not one for false words, naturally seeing no need to say them.
He took a liking to Fang Yu solely because of his unique aura concealnt skills.
In other words, he was a born assassin.
"Fang Yu will surely remain loyal to Lord Xuan King, diligently carrying out every task."
He said with a serious bow towards Chen Xuan.
"Mm!"
He nodded slightly.
"Boom..."
Just then, a purple thunderbolt tore through the void.
"Not bad!"
Chen Xuan said calmly.
Through a single thunderbolt, he could roughly gauge the power of the Spirit Tribulation.
Similar to Ning Xin’s Spirit Tribulation before.
At this mont, Qin Ke’s figure arrived in midair step by step.
He looked up at the Spirit Tribulation in the void, those bursts of thunder, but there was not a hint of fear on his face.
Instead, there was excitent and anticipation.
If he couldn’t even overco the Spirit Tribulation, then he wasn’t worthy of being Chen Xuan’s disciple.
Half an hour later!
"Boom!"
Qin Ke shattered the giant purple dragon with a punch.
Easily, without any pressure, which also ant he had formally stepped into the Dao Realm.
"This kid...."
Chen Xuan looked at him with his hands behind his back, his gaze full of pride as he looked into the void, a smile involuntarily forming at the corners of his mouth.
Imposing!
A bit like him!
"Alright, you stay here and watch, I’ll head back first."
After giving an instruction, he returned to the study in one step.
He began upgrading the Myriad Manifestation Skill.
It had been delayed for so days; now that Qin Ke had safely overco the Spirit Tribulation, he could begin.
An hour later.
Chen Xuan, with a calm heart, surveyed the panel before him.
He softly said, "Upgrade the Myriad Manifestation Skill!"
"Boom!"
The familiar feeling swept over him again, and an extre cooling energy surged into his sea of consciousness.
At the sa ti, the insights for the eighteenth level of the Myriad Manifestation Skill appeared in his sea of consciousness in an instant.
Chen Xuan didn’t dare slack off and imdiately concentrated to absorb it.
....
In Moran City.
Zhuo Wu sat there, his face looking sowhat grim.
A month had already passed, yet there was no news about the ten-thousand-year rare dicine.
There were quite a few of the one to two thousand-year ones.
"Is the ten-thousand-year one so rare?"
He muttered to himself with furrowed brows.
If that’s so... entering the Dao Realm would be difficult.
"Master, master, great news!"
At this mont, an excited voice ca from outside.
Zhuo Wu rose abruptly.
Good news! Could it be.....!
A mont later, a young man rushed in, so excited that he even forgot to pay his respects.
"Quickly tell ! Is there news?"
Before he could speak, Zhuo Wu took the initiative to ask.
After such a long wait, he had already lost patience.
"Yes! Sir!"
The man nodded vigorously, not daring to delay, so he carefully recited the freshly sent information.
"Good!"
An excited Zhuo Wu smacked his shoulder hard.
"Hiss—"
The slap hurt so much that the young man’s tears almost flowed, he said bitterly, "Master, please be gentle, that slap nearly took my life."
"Hahaha...so thrilled!"
Unable to contain his excitent, Zhuo Wu laughed heartily.
But he still confird, "Is it a Body Tempering rare dicine? Make sure not to have gotten it wrong!"
"It truly is! I’ve confird it several tis."
"This news was accidentally spilled by Prince Qing of the Cyan Mountain Mansion while drunk."
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