Lu Xiaotian arrived at the outskirts of the Ziwu Thunder-Yang Tomb in the Abyss Hall. Amid the black demonic mist that stretched into the distance, a pair of sinister eyes peered through the haze toward him.
"Without even undergoing the tempering of the Redfirmament Heavenly Vehicle Realm, this boy has already reached such heights. He truly is an unparalleled prodigy of the cultivation world." Lord Ji Yuan's face was dark. Though he hated Lu Xiaotian to the bone, even he sincerely admired how rapidly Lu Xiaotian's strength had grown. Unconsciously, he had developed a measure of respect for this younger cultivator.
Previously, when he had used a trace of his essence blood to fuse with the last of the Earth Demon blood filth and counterattacked Lu Xiaotian, he had sensed an aura from him that surpassed that of an Integrated Body Late Stage Cultivator when Lu Xiaotian wielded the Seventh-Level Pagoda. Now, even though Lu Xiaotian had yet to make a move, Lord Ji Yuan could still sense that aura.
It was a Zen-purifying intent that even Lord Ji Yuan had to regard as an equal.
Lu Xiaotian had pursued him all the way here, and, through his continual comprehension of their battles, had gained quite a bit. As a result, the aura sensed by Lord Ji Yuan had grown increasingly distinct.
In a sense, what Lu Xiaotian had gained from his successive battles with the phantom of Old Monster Wushan and Lord Ji Yuan was no less than what he would have gained by entering the Redfirmament Heavenly Vehicle Realm. Lu Xiaotian himself had yet to realize this. He only felt that he had gained a deeper understanding of his divine abilities.
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