Their eyes met.
The cavern fell deathly silent.
The shock in Shui Tian's eyes slowly faded, replaced by an even deeper reverence.
His breathing stalled for half a moment, and his heart pounded violently in his chest.
Looking at Shen Fan, who seemed to have advanced to Sixth Grade Sacred Ancestor,
Shui Tian opened his mouth, his throat dry. It took a long while before he found his voice.
"Congratulations... Fellow Daoist Wu Ji, on your great improvement in cultivation."
His voice carried a tremor he himself had not noticed.
Shen Fan remained calm, as though he had done nothing more than a trivial task.
"Ah, it was only a matter of luck!"
Having spent nearly all his resources and treasures, Shen Fan no longer felt like continuing his arduous cultivation. He rose and stretched his limbs, and a crisp ringing, like immortal gold striking against itself, sounded from within him.
An unprecedented sense of strength filled every inch of his body.
The newly gained Dao Fruit had brought him not only one domineering Ancestral Fate Ability after another, but also raised his understanding of the Supreme Rule and his mastery over power to an entirely new level.
"Fellow Daoist Shui Tian, you should have fully absorbed those two Lotus Seeds by now. Since that's the case, we should head back."
Shen Fan looked at Shui Tian.
"All right."
Shui Tian nodded at once, suppressing the countless thoughts in his heart as he followed Shen Fan.
The two didn't linger. Their figures became streaks of light and swiftly left the cavern where they had spent more than a year in seclusion.
The Water Origin Spirit Race's settlement stood atop a vast expanse of underwater coral reefs.
Coral of every color formed a sprawling palace complex, radiating a gentle glow that