Xu Yi had not even had time to carefully grasp the vast will of Heaven—the feeling of breaking through every barrier of wisdom and seeing the light of day again—before it vanished without a trace.
At the same time, the Mana Yuan in his body had gathered into a surging current, ceaselessly rushing and churning, its power soaring to the heavens.
Xu Yi examined himself inwardly. Though he could not sense any obvious improvement in his physical body, he knew that something had changed.
As for what exactly was different, he could not say.
With no time to dwell on it, he put away the eighteen remaining wish beads, then darted out of the stone chamber.
The battle over there might not be over yet. He was in a hurry to get back.
That place was a field of corpses, but it was also where he could earn merit. He was eager to climb the ranks; how could he willingly let this rare opportunity slip away?
Xu Yi sped forward. He had covered more than twenty li and just entered another stretch of mountain forest when BOOM! A streak of golden light cleaved down and struck him squarely in the back. It knocked him off balance, and he barely managed to steady himself before he could fall.
"Impressive indeed. You haven't even entered the realm, yet you can withstand one of my moves. Hm? No, that's not right. Judging by your aura, you broke through in the middle of battle. You've entered the realm."
The speaker was the youth in a green robe: Zhan Hong, the Second Realm expert whom Li Tang and Huang Wei had hired Zhao Ling to recruit at great expense, specifically to kill Xu Yi.
Zhan Hong lightly clapped his hands and looked Xu Yi over