Time passed second by second.
Lu Chen could clearly feel that under the washing of the pool water's essence, his physical body was undergoing subtle yet continuous changes.
The Dragon-Pattern Spirit Bones transmitted a faint numb, itchy sensation, as if they were becoming denser and tougher;
His meridians were being widened and reinforced; his blood and qi surged on without rest like the Yangtze and great rivers; even his divine soul, nourished by vital life essence, was becoming more condensed and lucid.
Though the fusion rate of the Dragon Thunder Baleful Force had not increased, its essence seemed to have been purified by a trace, making its circulation smoother and more natural.
More importantly, his perception of that barrier to the "Longevity Realm" was growing ever clearer.
It was a leap in the level of life itself, requiring deeper understanding and control over one's own power and the laws of heaven and earth.
The Dragon Transformation Pool's energy was helping him solidify his foundation and clear away obstacles.
"If I soak here long enough, then enter seclusion afterward to digest what I've gained, my chances of breaking through to the Longevity Realm will increase by at least thirty percent!" Lu Chen was stirred with excitement.
But good times did not last.
Just as Lu Chen had immersed himself in cultivation for roughly a quarter of an hour, the battle above his head seemed to change.
"Luo Jinghong! Are you truly determined to fight my Shadow Council to the death?!" A furious, alarmed shout rang out. It was the hoarse voice of one of the Ghostly Soul Three Fiends, though it now carried obvious panic.
"A clown capering on a stage dares block my path?" Luo Jinghong's cool voice came, accompanied by a dazzling sword cry that seemed capable of cleaving