Meteor Falling from the Sky

Boom!

Changes occurred both inside and outside Fan Lang's body.

The Creation Disc within him underwent a qualitative transformation. The taiji upon it spun, the Four Symbols roared, and the Eight Trigrams flashed. The number of Dao Seals it could bear increased.

This advancement was like a small city becoming a great city—grander and more majestic, encompassing countless living beings.

Violent fluctuations erupted from Fan Lang's body, waves of force battering the surroundings like raging surf crashing against the shore. Even space shattered, leaving ring after ring of black void behind.

"I've leveled up! There's still plenty of medicinal power left in the Half-Step Ghost Gate Pill. I can rise another level—keep refining it!"

Fan Lang rallied himself, steadied his body, and continued enduring the immense energy from the Gates of Hell as it tempered his entire body.

Seeing that Fan Lang's condition had stabilized and that he had even broken through to a new realm, the Heavenly Gifted Pill Saint nodded faintly.

"We still can't let our guard down. That Black Hand behind the scenes was capable of unleashing a hundred thousand inner demons. He may have other schemes, so we must remain vigilant!"

The Heavenly Gifted Pill Saint did not want anything to happen to Fan Lang, his disciple. He closed his eyes and divided his attention in two, releasing his will to inspect the surroundings while entering Heaven and Man Communion to sense the heavenly secrets hidden in the unseen.

Far away from Flame Dragon Academy, a group of people lay in wait. The so-called Black Hand behind the scenes was among them.

An old woman stood there, clad in a deep blue dress, streams of water-like ribbons circling around her. Her wrinkled face was filled with anger.

She was Shui Linglong, the headmistress of Heavenly