Vasha

That essence did not surge from any one place in Dragon Valley, but from every corner of the entire minor plane at once. It seeped out from cracks in the mountains, overflowed from the bones of dragon remains, separated from the drifting clouds and mist, and welled up directly from the void.

The essence was like a tangible tide, converging from every direction toward the heart of the Dragon Tomb and drowning Situ Xuan within it. Silver-white, gold, azure, crimson—essence of every color spun around his body, forming a massive vortex of essence.

Situ Xuan stood at the center of the vortex, and the cracks across his body began to glow under the infusion of essence. Silver-white light shone out from beneath his skin, illuminating him until he seemed almost transparent. His muscles swelled under the nourishment of the essence, his bones let out a deep hum under its tempering, his blood grew scorching beneath its scouring, and his meridians were widened, reinforced, and reshaped under its impact.

Level sixty-nine.

Level seventy.

Within him, the black light of his sixth soul ring intertwined with the radiance of his seventh soul ring.

The seventh soul ring, which should only have manifested after he obtained his third Soul Spirit, condensed out of the void at that moment. The pitch-black ring slowly rotated within him, emanating a heavy, steady aura.

Level seventy-one. Level seventy-two. Level seventy-three. Level seventy-four. Level seventy-five.

His cultivation soared wildly under the infusion of Heaven and Earth Essence. With every breath, he broke through into a new realm; with every breath, he shattered everything he had previously understood about power. The powers that had been suppressed for too long in the starry cosmos, the energies that had been confined for too long in the cracks of time, the qi