After resting for a day, Huo Yuanhong set out once more. Meanwhile, within the ruins, a figure was also waking up.
"I'm back. In just thirty days, I pushed all the way to the Ancient Transformation Strength Method. Among those who entered in the same batch, no one should have been faster than me..."
Looking at the record on the stone wall before him, Ji Yanchang felt somewhat dazed, as though he had just awoken from a vivid dream—Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou.
This kind of spiritual cultivation placed considerable demands on one's Mental Strength. If one's Mental Strength was insufficient and one's will not firm enough, spending too long within it could lead to mental problems.
This time, the body he had chosen was quite good. It already possessed Dan Formation-level potential, and coupled with his own sufficiently high comprehension, his progress had naturally been astonishingly fast.
But when he began gathering nutritional supplements in an attempt to grow stronger, he discovered a problem. That place's control over Nourishing Supplements was absurdly strict, and its control over martial artists' auxiliary equipment was even more excessive. He himself was fine, but if Huo Yuanhong entered, he probably would not be able to afford nutritional supplements at all, nor would he be able to use training equipment. It would severely affect the transition through the early stages.
So he came out first, intending to speak with the Xingyi Sect about cooperation.
"Yuanhong went in too?"
Seeing that line below, Ji Yanchang was slightly taken aback, somewhat surprised.
He had gained the confidence to enter the ruins so quickly. It seemed Huo Yuanhong's innate physical talent was even better than Ji Yanchang had expected. Could the legendary Immortal Martial Body truly exist—one that absorbed