Xuan Ci's Spirit Division Clone

Ling Tian's Demon Race bloodline awakened. His long hair whipped behind him, crimson as blood, and he gripped a scarlet heavy halberd in his hand. Against the pitch-black darkness, the faint golden phantom of a Buddha Image made him look like a Demon God, his aura astonishing.

Xuan Ci no longer held back, either. He unleashed the assassination art he excelled at, moving faster and striking with even greater ferocity.

Their battle grew ever more intense. Little energy spilled out, but the close-quarters ambushes were all the more nerve-racking—and all the more dangerous. Niu Meng and the others watching were thrilled; they stared without blinking, afraid they might miss even the smallest detail.

As the battle went on, Ling Tian felt the invisible hand constricting him gradually loosen its grip. The spiritual energy surging like a sea at his heart filled his whole body with power. Feeling that energy grow purer and purer, Ling Tian knew it had undergone a qualitative change. It was a sign he was about to break through to the Out of Body Stage.

"Heh, Ling Tian, fighting with all your might really worked." Po Qiong's voice sounded in Ling Tian's mind, touched with delight. "I can already feel your spiritual energy increasing, and it's purer, too. Even if you stop fighting now, you'll probably break through soon."

"Yeah, that was a truly exhilarating fight." Ling Tian felt refreshed. He smiled and said, "Not only will my heart break through this time, but I've also become much more adept at using Domain Power. That'll help me comprehend the Great Dao in the future."

"Looks like the legends were true," Po Qiong murmured. Seeing Ling Tian's puzzled look, he explained, "The legends say that the Demon Race and Demon Race break through through battle, while Dao Cultivators