Within the 3,600 apertures in his body, the phantoms of the Divine Demons had nearly solidified. They were only a hair's breadth from completion.
Looking inward, he saw that the blood-red Divine Demons within each aperture were already flawless. Only a close inspection revealed the occasional wisp of blood-red light drifting free, and the faint lack of solidity in the figures.
Of course, he couldn't blame Ao Ying for that.
The Ancestral Dragon Pool had been Ao Ying's opportunity. Lin Changqing had gained so much from it and was now only a hair's breadth from a breakthrough. He had already reaped a bountiful harvest.
Besides, although the 3,600 Divine Demons were each only a hair's breadth from solidifying, that hair's breadth was like a heavenly chasm.
Who knew how much more energy it would take to break through?
Even twice as much probably wouldn't be enough.
Feeling the energy within him nearly double and his strength increase once more, Lin Changqing was in a pretty good mood.
He slowly rose to his feet and looked at Ao Ying, who was practically bursting with excitement. He couldn't help but sigh.
They had both come out to gain experience, and Ao Ying had only set out a little earlier than he had. Now she'd broken through twice in a row.
He was still a Mystic Immortal. Comparing himself to others really was enough to drive a man mad.
"Daoist Brother Changqing, did you break through too?"
Ao Ying sensed the change in Lin Changqing's aura and asked excitedly.
That stung!
Lin Changqing gave a bitter smile.
"No, I'm still a hair's breadth away."
He waved a hand, unwilling to dwell on this sore subject, and turned his gaze beyond the clouds.
Ao Ying followed his gaze.
"Daoist Brother Changqing, did you drive