They had weathered hardship together, and faced life and death together!
Though Ye Feng also believed that Ye Xiwen was no ordinary person, his faith was nowhere near Ye Qianqian's. When those strange fish swam toward Ye Xiwen, he still watched to see how Ye Xiwen would respond, comparing it against his own judgment to see whether he had been right.
After slaying those strange fish, everyone collected the corpses. Though the fish were not particularly formidable compared to the group, they had been tainted with the spatial attribute. Selling them would bring in no small sum, so this counted as quite a harvest.
Most of their wealth had been accumulated bit by bit in this manner. After all, freaks like Ye Xiwen, who plundered an enormous fortune like a nouveau riche and then spent it all in a short time, were few and far between.
The group continued onward, but before long, they sensed the spatial storms growing increasingly violent. Even the monsters no longer came to harass them, perhaps because they did not dare approach this area.
"Ye Xiwen, these spatial rifts are the best place to temper your physical body!" Ye Mo's voice suddenly sounded. "With your Tyrant Body now at the ninth level, if you want to truly cultivate it to flawless perfection, to the point where you can contend with gods, you must use this spatial power to temper yourself!"
Ye Xiwen frowned. His Tyrant Body had reached the ninth level, yet it seemed unable to advance any further. Or rather, it felt as though he had already cultivated it to an extreme, but could not truly cross that threshold and enter the realm of perfection.
Cultivation alone could hardly accomplish anything now. Even those bloodstones were insufficient to bring Ye Xiwen a qualitative transformation.