Though the ideal was beautiful, reality was cruel. Improving the Profound Intent Divine Ability was no simple matter of rebuilding the tower of mathematics, and Xu Yi's vision had remained unfinished. It was only now, after connecting with Profound Intent for the second time, that the profound point of the Great Art of Transforming Qi seemed to awaken anew.
Under his reconstruction, the Z-axis was finally established. With that, his Great Art of Transforming Qi was at last complete. Having accomplished his great work, he strode out of his meditation room and climbed to the mountaintop. Gazing toward the ninth heaven, his heart swelling with lofty ambition, he murmured, "Old Desolate, I've finally crossed this threshold. I can feel the aura of the Great Dao." Inside the Starry Sky Ring, Old Desolate curled his lip. "You'd better stop buying peanuts. Look how drunk you've gotten. I can understand you wanting to show off now that your cultivation has advanced. After all, I can't expect you to be as mature and steady as I am. The important thing is, you should be worrying about how to get your hands on Profound Yellow Pills."
Xu Yi furrowed his brows and grumbled, "You always have to ruin my good mood with something miserable. Why bring up Profound Yellow Pills? It's only two thousand of them. What's the big deal? Oh, right. Once I advance to the Inner Sect, I won't be allowed to take part in the hunting anymore, will I? Damn, what a dogshit rule."
"What? He actually succeeded in breaking through? How can this be? How can this be? Did he win the lottery?" At Yinghai Peak's Daguan Hall, the windows gleamed and the sunlight shone bright, yet Elder Song, the hall's master, was in an awful temper.
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