Though they had spoken for what felt like hours within their soul, in reality, not even a single second had passed.
Yu Xuan's eyes opened.
One shone a pure, blinding white.
The other, an abyss of endless black.
He flexed his hands slowly, feeling the familiar pulse of power flow through his veins.
'Weak,' he thought, it carried the calm of his older self — now the one in possession.
All around, disciples were landing across the vast land, readying themselves. Some were cautious, others brimming with fighting spirit. A silent tension filled the air like a string stretched to its limit.
Yu Xuan exhaled softly.
He began using his [Primordial Breath Technique], his every breath harmonizing with the rhythm of heaven and earth. Then channeled his cultivation technique accordingly, in the next instant, his cultivation base surged like a tidal wave breaking its dam.
Second Stage Foundation Establishment.
Third Stage.
Fourth Stage.
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Twelfth Stage.
