Half-Ancestor Realm

As the years turned, ten months passed before anyone realized it.

Heavenly Mansion's rear mountain.

Atop a solitary, mist-shrouded peak stood a tall, lonely figure, seated as still as an old monk in meditation. Spring, summer, autumn, and winter seemed to cycle endlessly over him, shifting and changing.

His hair and features likewise cycled continuously between aged and youthful, an exceedingly miraculous sight.

That figure was none other than Lin Langtian, who had entered seclusion to break through.

As time passed, even the ordinary disciples within Heavenly Mansion could vaguely sense an exceedingly terrifying fluctuation of Yuan Power slowly gathering within the rear mountain.

Thick mist formed from Yuan Power churned around Lin Langtian, making him appear ethereal and detached from the mundane world, like an immortal.

The Yuan mist had condensed from vast quantities of Yuan Power. Even a Samsara Stage expert would feel unbearably bloated after inhaling a single breath of it.

Clearly, the concentration of Yuan Power within had reached an incomparably terrifying level.

At the foot of the solitary peak, Zhou Tong and the others looked up at that lonely figure, their eyes filled with amazement.

Passing three Triple Reincarnation Tribulations at once was an utterly insane undertaking. Yet when it came to Lin Langtian, it somehow seemed perfectly natural.

"Judging by the Palace Lord's condition, he should be almost done, right?"

Zhou Tong murmured to himself. He could sense that the Yuan mist gathered around Lin Langtian had gradually reached its limit.

If the Yuan mist continued to spread, even the vast Heavenly Mansion would likely turn into a sea of Yuan mist.

The energy within that mist was simply too terrifying. Even Samsara Stage experts dared not come into contact with too much of it, while for ordinary Heavenly Mansion disciples, it was nothing