Nethergod's Sin Scrutiny

Night.

At the summit of Qingqiu Mountain, in the small courtyard by the cliff.

Cold moonlight flowed across the courtyard like water, washing over the moss-stained blue flagstones. Strands of silver radiance gathered and spilled across the rustling bamboo shadows.

The world lay silent, all things seemingly sunk in meditation.

Lu Feng leaned peacefully against the stone pavilion in the courtyard. Having just finished a round of cultivation, he looked somewhat weary.

Over this period of time, he had refined and absorbed all the source stones newly delivered from White Bone Plain and Ning Xiang.

His realm had finally broken through as well.

He had successfully reached three breaths of the Heaven Soul Realm, nearing the level of four breaths.

Though his strength had risen another level, there was not much joy on his face.

The thousands upon thousands of source stones he had consumed could have supported a sect's livelihood for several years, yet he had exhausted them all in but a short while. It was rather extravagant.

Still, feeling his overall combat strength clearly rise to another tier, he thought any amount of source stones spent had been worth it.

Yet he could not help worrying about the future. Such cultivation demands would not be easy to satisfy.

After a brief period of regulating his breath and adapting to his new strength.

Lu Feng lightly tapped his fingers, drawing forth the nine treasured swords standing in orderly formation beside him. They were precisely the nine Heavenly Swords acquired from the Hundred Valleys Sword Ruins.

But they were not being used against enemies at this moment. Instead, they replaced his usual engraving knife as he engraved inscriptions while dividing his focus.

One after another, they descended steadily onto nine neatly cut stone blocks in the distance, engraving nine entirely