The outcome was just as Wei Tu had expected.
When it came to breaking this Ten Extremes Immortal Formation, he truly had no better method. He could only use the slow grind of water wearing through stone, weakening the ten scattered yet tightly interconnected formation cores of the Ten Extremes Immortal Formation step by step.
From the Four-Fire Spirit Formation, to the Yellow Calamity Water Formation, to the Pus Poison Formation... a total of ten formations, weakened one after another and broken one after another.
One day.
Two days...
Time flowed by slowly.
Before long, the two years Xuanling Fairy had estimated had passed.
That day, as she gazed at the Ten Extremes Immortal Formation, whose power had already been weakened to less than half, her aura suddenly began to surge.
Like tides and waves, it pressed straight toward the heavens.
In the blink of an eye, that solid, tangible pressure rose several levels, constantly drawing closer to the late stage of the Mahayana Realm.
At the same time, her graceful figure was swept by fluttering robes that snapped in the wind. Her cold, aloof face suddenly gained several traces of sharpness, like frigid sword radiance concealing a momentum that pierced the firmament.
"A Mahayana sword cultivator... this woman is the true prodigy of the Human Realm." At this sight, Wei Tu could not help narrowing his eyes, his heart greatly stirred.
For Xuanling Fairy was no ancient monster of great seniority. She was a Mahayana cultivator of the same generation as Purple Chi Lord, one of the younger generation among the Spirit Realm's Mahayana cultivators.
Yet her realm had already left Purple Chi Lord far behind... and she had not merely entered the middle stage of the Mahayana Realm, but had immersed herself in that realm for many years.