Inside the room, violent icy Spirit Qi surged like a tsunami. Ice Elemental Energy, so dense it had nearly solidified, poured through Li Yun's pores.
Cold Mountain Saint Essence thundered through his meridians like a river bursting its banks.
Hundredfold Cultivation Mode continued to run, consuming his 430 million Myriad Wonders Points at a rate of 200,000 per minute.
Every second was worth nearly two hours of arduous cultivation for an ordinary person.
Even the vast number of Myriad Wonders Points he had saved over more than ten days could not withstand that pace.
The points on the panel soon fell to zero, and Hundredfold Cultivation Mode stopped automatically.
The ice-blue glow around Li Yun slowly drew inward, sinking into his Apertures.
The turbulent Spirit Qi around him gradually settled, leaving only a bone-piercing chill in the air.
Li Yun slowly opened his eyes. Two icy-blue gleams flashed in their depths, then faded.
He closed his eyes and used Inner Vision, clearly sensing the changes within himself—
His Cold Mountain Saint Essence had grown denser and heavier. What had once been pale blue was now a deep ice-blue.
Every wisp of Saint Essence held an intense cold.
His meridians and bones had been tempered again and again by Ice True Intent, growing ever tougher.
With every movement, he could draw in the Ice Elemental Energy of heaven and earth without deliberately circulating his Cultivation Techniques.
Within three feet of him, fine ice flowers formed in the air. His control over the Icefield's power had more than doubled.
Yet despite this leap in strength, Li Yun showed no joy. His brow tightened slightly; he was far from satisfied.
The Cold Mountain Art had stopped at 79% of the Third Layer. It had not surged straight into the fourth layer as he