Fang Mo's dojo.
A crowd had gathered in front of his seclusion hall.
Xiao Jingsheng, Yue Wangchuan, Du Chuan, and the others were all there. More than twenty True Persons and a host of deacons filled the place.
Luo Jiangyan, Guan Lu, Yue Quan, Chi Yu, Nangong Aoyun, and the others were there too, but they stood off to the side. They couldn't very well push to the front in front of all those True Persons, so their eyes remained fixed on the hall's doors.
Two lines of black-armored guards stood on either side of the main hall. Their eyes were cold as blades, and a chilling Killing Intent emanated from them. No one was allowed to approach the entrance.
Creak!
After half a quarter of an hour, the doors of the seclusion hall finally began to open slowly. Light spilled from within, and a figure emerged.
He wore a black Mysterious Brocade Sword Robe and a black cloak trimmed with gold. A golden dragon crown bound his hair. His face was as smooth as jade, his eyes bright as stars. Standing there, he had an indescribable presence—ethereal as an immortal, yet steady as a mountain. He seemed close enough to touch, yet separated from them by layer upon layer of space.
The True Persons watched, their hearts stirred and their minds shaken. They understood that the man before them had reached a terrifying level of power.
"He seems even stronger!"
Xiao Jingsheng's heart trembled. Before, Fang Mo had been merely powerful: his body domineering, his blood and qi surging like a dragon, fierce and mighty.
Now, however, his aura was restrained, his presence concealed. That showed his realm had stabilized, and he could control his strength at will.
To stabilize his realm to this degree in just over ten