The strength of the Illusory God Power inside me was now comparable to the Sixth Origin Tribulation in the Fifth Continent, putting it on par with my own cultivation.
Lu Yin hadn't expected that a mere six months would bring him to such heights. This was thanks to Xu Wuwei's abilities, as well as his own, the unique nature of the Illusory God Civilization, and the fortuitous appearance of the Illusory Pass tide.
By that reckoning, if an Ancestral Realm expert from the Fifth Continent cultivated Illusory God Power, Xu Wuwei's help could allow them to reach the Illusory Change Realm in a very short time. As for the Illusory Tai Realm, it was comparable to the Ancestral Realm, so reaching it surely wouldn't be so simple.
Lu Yin stopped—not because he wanted to, but because the tide of Illusory God Power had ended. Looking around, he saw that the Illusory Pass was no different from the rest of the Illusory God Space-Time. The Illusory God Power that had once spilled out here was gone. Had he absorbed all of it? Impossible. That power had been strong enough to push even Ancestral Realm experts away. If he had absorbed it all, he should have reached the Illusory Tai Realm by now.
Most of it must have dissipated.
The pot slowly shrank and returned to Xu Wuwei's hand.
Lu Yin hurried forward and bowed. "Thank you, senior."
Xu Wuwei looked at Lu Yin in astonishment. "I thought you might reach the middle stage of the Illusory Hao Realm at best through this, but you've actually cultivated to a level on par with your own realm. How did you do it?"
Lu Yin was confused. "Wasn't all I had to do absorb it?"
Xu Wuwei's mouth twitched. "You've got some misconceptions about