Within his body, the endless essence blood and cultivation of Myth Realm Experts were forcibly absorbed into his flesh through the Power Dissipation Great Art. Although his Tyrant Body had not risen to the next level, it was steadily advancing. More importantly, his cultivation was steadily growing, striking again and again at the barrier of the Po Wang Realm Fifth Level.
This barrier lay before him. As long as he could cross this obstacle, his cultivation would undergo an earth-shaking transformation. In the Po Wang Realm, every level was as different as clouds and mud. What was more, once he stepped into the Po Wang Realm Fifth Level, his combat strength could even rival those Po Wang Realm Seventh Level old monsters—late-stage Myth Realm Experts who had cultivated for several thousand or even ten thousand years. In one stroke, he would truly enter the upper ranks of the Profound Realm's Myth Realm Experts. Even among Myth Realm Experts, he would by no means be an utterly insignificant minor figure.
Within his body, his blood vitality surged like a raging sea, dragons churning within it. The river of blood vitality that had condensed seemed capable of smashing through the universe itself, powerful beyond imagination.
Wave after wave of blood vitality was consumed as it struck the barrier, but Ye Xiwen was neither surprised nor distressed. As long as he could enter the Po Wang Realm Fifth Level, everything would be worth it.
Within the Heavenly Origin Mirror, Mystic Pills continued to burn, forming a river of spiritual energy that poured into his body, constantly transforming into cultivation, constantly launching upward assaults, and constantly replenishing Ye Xiwen's depleted blood vitality.
Poor scholars, rich martial artists. Martial cultivation had never been something a person with nothing could practice. The more profound the martial