Before he knew it, a faint glow had begun to spill across the horizon.
Huo Yuanhong emerged from the small lake. With a shudder of his muscles and skin, he shook every drop of water from his body.
After getting dressed, he left the artificial lake behind the little grove.
The streetlights along the road had not yet gone completely dark, intertwining with the rising dawn and casting long shadows.
"My Divine Strength has now caught up with Sun Lutang's. With Human Immortal Zhang's techniques newly blended into it, my peak combat power should be around 17.9. It's only my body that still falls short—I haven't become a half-immortal yet, so there's still a gap between me and Sun Lutang's 19 combat power as a half-immortal..."
"But if this keeps up, and I raise my explosive techniques to the Dao level as well, then even without becoming a half-immortal, I reckon I could break 18 and rival an old martial arts half-immortal..."
Ordinary half-immortals ranged from 17.5 to 17.9, while old martial arts half-immortals generally reached above 18.
If the difference was only 0.2, there was still a chance of dragging each other down together. But if the gap exceeded 0.5, then so long as one made no mistakes, the opponent would not even have a chance to perish together with them.
It was still early, but the breakfast shops along the street had already opened. Bamboo steamers were stacked high, and billowing vapor carried the fragrance of buns, soy milk, and fried dough sticks. A few people sat beside the simple folding tables, apparently workers rushing to their early shifts.
Huo Yuanhong ordered two steamers of steamed buns, poured the nutritional powder he carried with him into his soy milk, stirred it evenly, and drank.
It tasted pretty good,