In the main hall, Wei He rose to his feet and reached out, lightly curling his fingers as though trying to grasp something.
Yet the process that should have gathered Void Mist and absorbed it into the conversion tissue on the back of his hand—
Did not happen at all.
There was no Void Mist, only pure air.
Wei He sighed softly. After half his body had been completely transformed into flesh and blood, he had already come quite close to the Grandmaster realm in terms of cultivation.
Unfortunately, he still had not managed to complete it entirely.
Still, there was one good thing: his True Blood lineage was remarkably powerful.
Twenty-one years ago, Wei He had naturally grown into the physical constitution of a True Blood Grandmaster. His strength and speed had improved across the board. The three bloodlines had once again granted him three opportunities for enhancement.
He had chosen defense for all of them. Only then could he bring out the greatest power of the Secret Method, Five Revolutions Dragon Breath.
By now, the strength of his body—whether speed, power, or any other quality—had truly reached the level of a True Blood Grandmaster.
But this was already the end.
The limit of natural True Blood growth was here.
What came next required Wei He's own efforts in terms of cultivation.
Slowly walking out of the main hall, Wei He looked up at the bright blue sky and white clouds.
Gentle sunlight split the Daoist temple's courtyard in two, while fine strands of paulownia fluff drifted down.
Several white-headed, brown-tailed mountain sparrows hopped about atop the wall, chirping crisply.
Wei He took out the token Bai Ling had given him years ago and gently dispersed the sealed True Force upon it.
At once, a faint white light flashed